The potty wars have begun at the Wescott household. Some days we are victorious, and others, not so much. It is proving to be a very good lesson for me in patience because we are sometimes in the bathroom for an eternity while we wait for a result. Yesterday, Luke grew bored of standing in front of the commode and decided he should stick his whole head in there and enjoy the sound of his voice echoing in the porcelain.
This didn't please me. "Luke, get your head out of the commode right now!"
He pulled his head out and looked especially proud of himself. "Oh Mommy, it smells wike chocowate!"
I gagged and called an end to our potty session prematurely. Instead, I explained that we should never stick our head in the potty, and under NO circumstances do we ever eat chocolate out of it either.
Reminds me of the sarcastic "yeah and her poop doesn't stink" zinger. Wow. Also, I believe the little guy will appreciate the pic you published rather than those I have showing my mother making my potty chair (with me on it) in the living room the focus of entertainment for visitors.
ReplyDeleteI think Luke will appreciate your more delicate approach in the future...