A Nice Girl's Guide to Idealism

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Friday, September 05, 2008

Potty Camp III

So we have settled in to this routine where BB does really well with pee pee in the potty, but he asks for a diaper to poop.  We are okay with this because it's better than not pooping at all.  But my dad and stepmom come today bearing small gifts--poop prizes--wrapped in wrapping paper.  Well, that was it.  He found out he couldn't have a prize without pooping in the potty, and he was like, "I want to poop in the potty.  In the living room."  And he proceeded to "poop" in the potty like 8 times and get all the prizes.  I say poop with quotes because each time he pooped a tiny amount, and would get up and start singing, "I pooped in the potty!  Now I get a prize!"  What could we say?  He had pooped in the potty.  The amount of which may be negligable, but he had pooped.  No one dared tell him he couldn't have a prize.  But now we are out of them, and there is a tropical storm that will prevent me from going to the dollar store in the morning to replenish the stash.  But that might not be a bad thing.  It might keep him from pooping in his potty chair, in the living room, every fifteen minutes.

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