We're in the throes of starting potty training. "Want to sit on the potty?" "No!" "Hey, look -- Mommy is going potty, want to come see?" "No!" "Are you making a poopie?" "No!" "Do you know that big boys who sit on the potty get a lollipop?" "Yes!" "Do you want a lollipop?" "Yes!" "So do you want to go sit on the potty?" "No!" And then foompt, there's a shocking aroma and it's time to change the diaper. Dang, foiled again.
We're looking for the early warning signs of poopie. You know, the signs that come before THE FACE, when it's just too late. So far the most reliable one is, well, the farting.
So tonight, there's a sudden rumbling noise from the diaper, and my beloved says "Are you making a poopie?" And Noah says "No!" And hubby turns to me with a very serious face and says "Coming soon to a diaper near you!" Who knew he could be so funny?
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