Potty Trained At Last
Finally! I knew it had to happen eventually, but the way she was going I was beginning to worry…
What am I talking about, you ask? My darling daughter has finally deigned to crap in her plastic potty. We’ve been trying to get her to do it for almost a year. She started peeing in the potty before she was two years old. But she wouldn’t crap in it. Then, after a couple of days of getting the hang of peeing in the potty, she crapped in it – once. I was overjoyed, thinking my days of dealing with dirty diapers were over. (So much so, that I took pictures – if you’d like to see them, let me know.) Little did I know that I would have to wait for about 8–9 months for the next crap. In the potty, that is.
So, that first crap turned out to be a mistake, as I found out the very next day. ‘Coz when, with royal salute, she announced the arrival of His Majesty The Shit, she asked for a diaper. A little confused, I asked her why she wanted one.
“I can’t do it in the potty,” she said.
“Why not?” I asked.
“No. It’s not coming out. I need my diaper,” she said.
I tried showing her the pictures I had taken the previous day. I thought maybe jogging her memory would help. No luck. And no amount of reasoning, pleading or cajoling would change her mind. So I just left it at that. I did try bribing her with chocolate a few times, but that didn’t work either.
Three days ago, out of the blue, she went to her potty and sat down on it. I happened to be in the same room, and after a few seconds I heard a steady trickle.
“OK,” I thought. “She had finished her juice a little while ago, so what goes in must come out.”
After a few minutes, while she was still sitting there, she said “Oooh… Shit!”
Knowing that she has somewhat of a colorful vocabulary, I told her to mind her language.
Again she said, “Nooo… Shit!”
That’s when I turned around and saw her standing up, peering into the potty. Seeing the unusual behavior, I went over look at what she was staring at. And there, in her potty, lying in peaceful solitude, was a perfectly shaped turd. What excitement ensued! I yelled out to Mario and gave him the good news. We clapped and danced. A mini celebration of sorts.
Thaïs was rewarded with some chocolate.
Oh, and yes, I took pictures.
