Consider this your warning. If you don’t like posts that involve potty training, or poop for that matter, then you better back the heck out of this post.
Okay. Now that we got that out of the way, for those of you that decided to stick around, heyyyy!!
So, I wrote about our potty training attempt the other day. Since then, anytime I bring out the potty Lincoln freaks out. So, whatever, maybe he’s just not ready….even though he was totally getting the concept, maybe it’s still too early. Whatever. I don’t want to rush him, and I don’t want him scared or crying or freaking out about the process.
Fast forward to this week.
My sweet, sweet boy comes up running up to me. Here’s how the convo went:
Lincoln: “I POOPED!!!”
Me: “You pooped?”
Lincoln: “Where?”
Me: “Where, Lincoln?”
Lincoln: “Where’d it go?”
Me: {frightened} “Where’d it go?!”
Lincoln: “THERE IT IS!!!” {while pointing to his butt}.
You tell me he’s not ready for potty training! I think my sweet boy is playing his Momma for a fool!
Kat
hehehhehhhehe!!! So funny