Mar 19 2008
Why yes, they ARE out to get me
[me:] “DemonChild, do you need to go potty?”
[DemonChild:] “No.”
[me:] “OK, Mommy is going to run upstairs and get some laundry quick.”
60 seconds go by. I am coming down the stairs with the laundry. On the edge of the living room carpet, there is a grinning Squeeker, holding the potty. In the background, DemonChild is frantically pulling up his pants.
[Squeeker:] WHEEEEEE!
Squeeker triumphantly wields the potty. Pee splatters all over the tile. As I am frantically trying to mop it up, the happy duo toodles off to the bathroom, and closes the door behind them.
Two minutes later. Disturbing sounds of happiness from the bathroom, accompanied by some splashing. I charge in just in time to see Squeeker attempting to bail water out of the toilet with the potty. DemonChild is laughing his skinny ass off. The only one not amused is Mommy.
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For the record, they never pull this crap when their dad is around. I feel special, and not in a good way :-)
2 Responses to “Why yes, they ARE out to get me”
There’s a reason not to teach them that the potty comes apart. Then again, they’d probably figure it out anyway.
Better pee on the tile than pee on the carpet. Easier to clean up.
Boy, I’m not looking forward to potty training.
Sounds like it’s time to learn to go on the big potty. :-)
I hid our potty chair last weekend (Em doesn’t use it anymore) because our niece was over and the girls like to go potty together, one on the big potty, one on the little potty. I didn’t want to deal with it so I hid it in the bathtub (so cruel of me, I know). Em cried the first time Allie wanted to go potty and they couldn’t go together. Oh well. After the first pee it wasn’t an issue.