Just yesterday I was belly aching about Tennessee being dead set against The Potty. After lunch yesterday, he decided that he didn’t want to wear a diaper. He had a little accident in the kitchen, but he persevered. He woke up today and took off his diaper and spent the rest of the day working it out with the potty. I am trying my best to act blasé about the whole thing. I have been down this road before. I have had my heart broken.
Every day I am reminded that my kids have feeling and thoughts of their very own, most of which I will never know. Tennessee has been thinking about this potty thing for a while. He wants to know where his pee and poop are headed when they hit the ol’ pot. Do they get lost? If he goes on the potty does he get to go to kindergarten tomorrow? Did Lucy ever have an accident? Did Lucy cry about it? My urge answer his questions in a skewed manner to encourage using the potty are strong. Give them the proper potty spin, if you will. I am so very, very done changing his diaper.
I answered all of his questions truthfully-ish. Poop and pee go down a pipe under the house and are carried away to a cloud filled heaven to play in the sunshine with all their poop and pee friends. Lucy did have accidents honey, but then she started using the potty all the time and Santa came to her birthday party and brought his best friend the Easter Bunny. As a matter of fact, did you know that kids that poop on the potty get to ride in Santa’s sleigh? Which is made from peppermint sticks and marshmallows? You get to eat chunks of it the whole time you ride around the world being pulled by reindeer, it’s great! Kindergarten? Tomorrow? Well, if you decide to get off the diapers, I will see what I can do.
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