Yes, it's been quite a sh*tty day. And that's okay. You know what? It's more than okay. It's good. It's great. It's awesome!
Call it whatever you will. Sh*t. Crap. POOP. We've got it.
It just all depends on where you've got it. When the sh*t hits the fan, well... you know. But when the sh*t hits the toilet... that's a whole other story.
And that's where we've got it. Yep. It's official. There's poop in the potty. POOP!
Leave it to me to write a whole story about the stinky stuff, but here goes:
It was bedtime. As part of the bedtime routine, Billy has to use the potty. We've been successful so far. When I ask him to go, that is. We're not so successful with him knowing when he needs to go. So, off to the potty.
We achieved the standard pee. I told me he was going for poop this time. There's a promised chocolate cookie if he can make poop in the potty. So far, no success. He scrunched up his face in the "poop face" and made his best poop grunt.
Sad face. "No poop, Mommy."
But then he stood up. And... voile! POOP!
He was so excited that he did a little poop dance. He got to flush it away with more cheers. (Flushing is his favorite part).
"More poop, Mommy!" So he sat back down and popped out another. This required more flushing. We repeated the process so that in the matter of 10 minutes the toilet had been flushed 8 times. Well, the price of success.
We did have a little accident on the floor in all the excitement, but can you blame him? There were high fives and chocolate rocks and chocolate cookies all around. All because of poop.
He announced to me that, "Mommy, now Billy big boy. I poop potty." It's all about the poop.