Bombs Away

By: Mrs. Swarr

Potty training sucks. Especially when the kid involved has no interest. There is nothing worse.

So when we are not horribly irritated by his straddle walk after he has let cry, "oh no I peed in my pants!" we try to take the laughs we can. Lately, the laugh comes with the poop. Rather than telling us he has to go or heaven forbid sitting on the little green and yellow toilet we bought just to make pottying easier for him, he leaves. He goes to another room. And when we go check on him he dramatically puts his hand out to stop us, "No Mommy! Don't come in here! It's gonna be stinky." Unfortunately I never retain enough composure to get the little squirt into the bathroom before making the room stinky, but at least I get some joy out of the day.

2 comments:

Lamar The Revenger said...

should've started sooner. oh well, i'll find out about that little adventure soon enough. they have targets for in the toilet so toilet time turns to target practice... something zach knows all too well.

mrs. blues said...

lol - literally.

If you think back, many, many sleepless nights were probably worse - there just isn't anything funny about seeing 2, 3, 4 o'clock more than once a day.