Potty Training, Three Year old, Anthony.
So I took it upon myself to potty train Anthony. Seemed easy enough, plus his hiney butt is
just way too big to wipe poop off of. Yuck. So, you know I just did my thing
and printed out a McQueen sticker chart, showed him an Elmo goes potty video,
gave him a book, and left him to his business. Wouldn't you know it he peed in
the potty! Haha. Yeah, I have mad Jedi Ninja skills in potty training youngsters. I know. I am awesome. Don’t hate.
Things were going great for two miraculous days.
Until… DUN DUN DUN! A smell. A smell,
like none other I have EVER, in all my days, smelled before wafting from the
upstairs. I hear little kids screaming in Horror as they shout, “It’s everywhere!
It’s everywhere!” So I held my breath and I slowly started up
the staircase. I stopped just before I got to the top and I cautiously peered
around the corner. I could not believe my
eyes. The kid redecorated the place…with Poop. Yes, that’s right feces EVERYWHERE!
It was smeared across walls, toys, clothing, windows, doors, books, carpets,
nothing and I mean nothing was spared. Three entire rooms were fecalized. (Luckily, no babies were caught in the cross
fire.) As for Anthony he was just
standing calmly in the middle of it as if he didn't have a care in the
world. As for me, I’m gonna lay off the
whole potty training thing. I mean his butt really isn't THAT big. (well, not three rooms big)... No hard feelings though; we are still buds.
But, Yeah… so THAT
happened.
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