my sidekick and i took off from kc this weekend to head home. picked him up from daycare and threw a pullup on him knowing we had a 3 hour drive ahead of us. now i didn't really want him to pee in his pullup but was fearful he would need to go in-between exits.
we made it more than half-way before he needed to go potty...exit, pull into taco bell, run into the bathroom.
come on-come on-come on bro, go-go-go, run-run-run. we make it. pull his pants down. line lid with toilet paper, stick him on pot.
mommy! i pee'd my pants! i pee'd my pants!
no he didn't. no way. impossible.
look down. oh. my. god.
i stuck my child in the toilet. yep. i did. all the way up to his ankles he was standing in the pot.
unbelievable.
later that evening, a sweet elderly lady asks brody what his name is. much to my dismay, he responds...my mommy stuck me in the toilet.
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Freakin' hilarious! Haven't quite done that but we've done the pull over wherever dance before. Ahh the joys of potty training!
ReplyDeleteoooooooh.
ReplyDeleteI have such an aversion to public toilets I probably would have had to bleach my child before touching him...