a funny story about poop.
First: a disclaimer. If you don't like stories about disgusting things like poop--if that doesn't tickle your funny bone--just skip this post. For that matter, why are you reading my blog if you don't like stories about disgusting things? Poop and pee and vomit make up a significant chunk of my posts. Go ahead and move along and find something higher-class to read.
Second: another disclaimer. Remember how I posted awhile ago that Evie was almost potty-trained? That I really only needed to put her in pull-ups when I left her with a babysitter or was going on an especially long errand?
Yeah, that's totally not true.
Not that I intentionally lied. I thought she was getting it. I thought we were almost there. But then we went camping and we all got sick and we went camping again and went on a long road trip and we were staying at someone else's house and then we had another road trip back...and we pretty much just ditched any pretense of trying to do all those things while keeping up with the potty situation. We're back in pull-ups 100 percent of the time.
And the thing is, she never did completely get it. You know. It. The mysterious ideal that parents must somehow instill in their children. The unbreakable rule: when I feel this feeling inside my body--I must Go. To. The. Toilet. Now. If I put her on the potty at the right time of day, she would totally poop in the potty. No problem. But if, at some other time of day when I wasn't paying attention to her, she also felt the poop urge...well, she'd go ahead and go. In her underwear.
You just can't be 50%, or even 75%, when it comes to pooping in the toilet. There's no such thing as a B or a C passing grade in potty training. It has to be 100%, or it's no good. So. We're back in pull-ups. I plan to address that issue again once my bigger girls are in school and I have some time to focus in on just Evie.
So. Anyway. Disclaimer over. Here's the funny story:
Last night, as Eric was getting Evie ready for her bath, he picked her up and smelled a suspicious odor.
"Evie, did you poop in your pants?" he asked her.
"No," she assured him.
He checked for himself.
"Yes, you did," he said. "There's a big turd in there."
Evie looked right at him, and said very earnestly, "No. It's a cow."
Eric, doing his best to keep a straight face: "A cow? That's a cow in your diaper? How do you know it's a cow?"
Evie, still entirely serious: "It said moo."
Second: another disclaimer. Remember how I posted awhile ago that Evie was almost potty-trained? That I really only needed to put her in pull-ups when I left her with a babysitter or was going on an especially long errand?
Yeah, that's totally not true.
Not that I intentionally lied. I thought she was getting it. I thought we were almost there. But then we went camping and we all got sick and we went camping again and went on a long road trip and we were staying at someone else's house and then we had another road trip back...and we pretty much just ditched any pretense of trying to do all those things while keeping up with the potty situation. We're back in pull-ups 100 percent of the time.
And the thing is, she never did completely get it. You know. It. The mysterious ideal that parents must somehow instill in their children. The unbreakable rule: when I feel this feeling inside my body--I must Go. To. The. Toilet. Now. If I put her on the potty at the right time of day, she would totally poop in the potty. No problem. But if, at some other time of day when I wasn't paying attention to her, she also felt the poop urge...well, she'd go ahead and go. In her underwear.
You just can't be 50%, or even 75%, when it comes to pooping in the toilet. There's no such thing as a B or a C passing grade in potty training. It has to be 100%, or it's no good. So. We're back in pull-ups. I plan to address that issue again once my bigger girls are in school and I have some time to focus in on just Evie.
So. Anyway. Disclaimer over. Here's the funny story:
Last night, as Eric was getting Evie ready for her bath, he picked her up and smelled a suspicious odor.
"Evie, did you poop in your pants?" he asked her.
"No," she assured him.
He checked for himself.
"Yes, you did," he said. "There's a big turd in there."
Evie looked right at him, and said very earnestly, "No. It's a cow."
Eric, doing his best to keep a straight face: "A cow? That's a cow in your diaper? How do you know it's a cow?"
Evie, still entirely serious: "It said moo."
10 comments:
LOL!! I love this!! What an imagination! :)
Okay - that's hilarious!
OK Ben is a little older and has been potty trained for a while but TONIGHT (I swear we have the same lives) He pooped in his shorts! He couldn't get the button undone and just siad "to hell with it" and left it and didn't say anything! UG what a mess!!
Oh that girl! She cracks me up!
That is hilarious!
That literally made me laugh out loud! Too funny! :)
And a very funny poop story indeed :)
She is soooo funny!
Oh, I am laughing! Really laughing!
Hilarious. :) (I laughed out loud too!) Do you find that she is more imaginative at a younger age than your other two? I feel like Bella is, but I don't know if it's just her personality or the fact that she has older siblings to teach her... Hmmm. And as much as I'm disappointed for you that Evie's back in pull-ups... It makes me feel better that Bella isn't potty trained yet. :)
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