Potty

Rockstar likes his privacy. Doing no. 2 is serious business (sorry) and he will suffer no company. Checking on him earns me a bashful but urgent “Mah-mee go out siii-iide please!!”  The dog gets the same treatment so at least it’s fair. Well, the dog also constantly gets “JD, don’t lick the floor. It’s yucky. Ew. Disgusting.” He signs off such gems with “Bossy boots,” which is what we call him when he bosses the dog.  And Smarty Pants.  Both accolades meet with the approval of the Rockstar.

Eye on JD: While busy with Other Things, the Rockstar delegates the duty of making sure JD keeps her nose clean (no we didn’t make this up, he really did.)

But how do you convince a child to use the potty instead of a diaper when he has seriously evaluated the merits of both and decided he will stick with diapers, thank you very much, as long as you change them immediately after the deed? And rest assured he will always shoo you out of the room before and during, and then assume diaper changing position immediately after to facilitate the deal.

Inspired, but uninspirational to Rockstar.

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About Aileen

I blog about living and raising my son in Hong Kong - where toddlers have entrance interviews, parents keep test score spreadsheets, private school debentures can trade for more than half a million USD. Raising Rockstar's the most important thing I'll ever do. We show our true colors by the choices we make in bringing up our children. My blog is a message to my toddler son, about what the world and his parents are like today - for when he becomes a teenager and knows everything.
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