Having missed the window of opportunity a couple years ago when I could have toilet-trained Susan by making clicking noises while holding her over the sink, I have not been looking forward to potty-training my (typically troublesome and troubled) middle child. But she is approaching 2 1/2 years of age, and it is a pain to have two kids in diapers (although Spot is chubbers enough that I can buy just one size for the two of them), and I can’t procrastinate based on immature verbal skills (she is much more advanced in this than Sally was).
TGFE–thank goodness for Elmo. Our local library had Elmo’s Potty Time available last time I was stocking up on trashy novels for the treadmill. I took this for the obvious sign it was, and after Dick and I were able to overcome our embarrassment at the frank, set-to-music discussion of “wee-wee and woo-woo” (what?) and “pee-pee and poo-poo” (now we’re talking), Susan was convinced that this was something fun to do. Four hours, countless diaper-off, diaper-on episodes and general nakedness accented by the red-ringed bum from the children’s potty opening, Susan triumphed!
As the Polish apparently say (check out the wikipedia article; fascinating stuff), the toilet is where even the king comes on foot, but I like the toilet as place of refuge even better than as the great equalizer. Welcome to the human race, Susan. Can I get some bookshelves in here?
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Thank goodness for Elmo underpants too. Just the sight of that Elmo face on Alden’s cute buns makes it all worth it (sort of).