Not sure if ya’ll have heard of this, but it’s indescribable! It’s like stepping in – well – toddler poo. I know what you’re thinking . . . oh Linda, your life is so glamorous. How can I step in toddler poo too??
Well, by all means, come by my house where potty training is in full swing, full swoon, full moon 🙂 It’s really not going so great and yesterday I had had enough. I stripped the boy down to his t-shirt and threw him outside. I stressed the joys of ‘a nature pee’ and sent him over to the same patch of dirt after making him drink a six pack. I don’t think he was getting the point, because he kept refusing to go until either myself or my husband Emmanuel were within squirting distance and suddenly he could spell his ABC’s in urine. Then he started doing this jerky, Elaine from Seinfeld kind of dance and i realized that he was pooping. Now, I’m not the smartest mom in the pack, because at first I thought the dance thing was just cute and I didn’t actually realize he was pooping until i stepped in it.
We’re now taking a break from potty training. But I am going for a pedicure. They sanitize the stuff between uses, right?
Ciao bellas. Oh and thanks for inviting me to the kama sutra art thing – I could really have used a break from my son’s inner self. Although I don’t drink wine – does that mean I’m going to be asked to leave the blog?? I will gladly bring my own tequila on the next outing . . .