This potty training thing is going to drive me insane.
We went to a birthday party yesterday and Claudia insisted on wearing underpants. Now, usually I don’t let her wear underpants until she has already pooped that morning. (She has a bad history with pooping on Dora. Oh God, here come the pervert searches.)
Anyway, she did a great job at the party. No poop. No pee. We came home dry and I was very proud.
After we had been home for about half an hour I caught her squatting over by her doll house. I know she loves to poop back there, so I tried to move quick.
Claudia, are you pooping?
Quick! Go poop in the bathroom!
I am not sure what posessed me to think that she could handle this by herself, but she went straight to the bathroom and was quiet.
About two minutes later I decided to check on her.
There she was. In the bathroom. Squatting down on the bath mat, playing with her bath toys and she had a huge load in her pants.
She pooped in the bathroom, just like I told her to.
Totally not what I meant. I guess I’ll have to be more specific next time.