Weeks ago we bought a little pink potty to keep in the bathroom. The Duchess is still quite young to potty train, but we wanted to begin the conversation about toilet training and if I’m being honest, in the deep, dark places of my prideful Mommy heart, I hoped she would be a potty using phenom. I imagined she’d spot the potty, whip off her nappy and with triumph in her eyes, she would never look back.
We talked about it. I gave her a chocolate button (or 5) for sitting on it. We were on our way.
Tonight as I as prepared her bath, I took her nappy off and asked her if she wanted to sit on her pink potty. ”No. Duck?” she said as she stood on her tiptoes and stretched her arms over the high edge of our tub and down towards the bathwater.
I moved in closely and replied, “Fine, but if you need a wee or poo, you need to tell Mommy.”
I handed her the duck and leaned over to check the temperature of the water when I heard short and sharp breaths. Ahead of the game, I spun around quickly and said, “If you need a poo, you need to tell Mommy.”
Again she said, “Yes,” and satisfied, I turned to resume the bathtime routine when I saw it. Lying on the bath mat. It was perfectly formed. I didn’t even know you could accomplish that while standing.
I think I may have possibly set the bar too high.