Monday, June 7, 2010

If it’s brown, flush it down

You’d think with the Mighty Midget 99% potty trained I’d be dancing a jig. Well, I am, because I don’t care what kind of mother you are—you could be Mother Theresa for all I care—no one likes dealing with poo.

And so, we are just so close to being done.

Except now the Middle Man has decided to leave calling cards after he uses the facilities.


“What the…? Duuuuuuude. Why didn’t you flush toilet, buddy?”

No response... other than a couple of long-lashed blinks.

“Seriously, what is going on? Why didn’t you flush?”

“I don’t know. I guess I forgot.”

How is that even possible? You are right there and there is a TURD STARING BACK UP AT YOU.

“OK, well, please try to remember next time. Because it’s not a pet. It’s poo. And we need to flush once we are done with the toilet, OK?”

“Got it, Mom.”

(Repeat this conversation twice daily for two weeks straight. Now you are experiencing my pain.)

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Any tips on how to handle this? And is this just a boy thing, or is short-term shit amnesia something that affects girls as well as boys?

1 comment:

Lynn A. said...

Sorry MMOTB... It's truly short term shit amnesia and it doesn't just happen to boys. My girls seem to suffer from it to, though when asked why the forgetfulness, I get answers ranging from "you were on the phone and I didn't want to make any noise" to "I wanted to show you how BIG it was." If you discover a way to deal with this, please share. I'm ready for shock treatment on the door knob. ;)