Potty Story

Matthew is going to the potty by himself these days.  He still needs help wiping his butt though.  The other night, we hear his regular yoddle, “Mooooommmm, I’m Dooooonnnnne!”  I went in to help him.  The first thing he does is hand me a whisk. He says, “Thank you daddy, I don’t need this anymore.

That caught my attention.  Why does he have a whisk and what did he need it for in here??  Then I saw his face.  It was covered in a brown substance, all over his mouth and shirt.  I looked in slow motion at the whisk, which also had brown substance all over it.

I started to panic.  No, No, No!  You sick little monkey!  What did you do?!?  Then my olfactory senses kicked in. Is that chocolate?

I smelled his face.  Oh thank god!  Thank God!  I slumped down.  Wow, that was a close one.  Wheeeewwwww.  Matthew had gotten into the required position for butt wiping and yoddled “Dadddddyyyyy, I’m  waaaaiiiitttiiiing!”

Good boy Matthew.

One Reply to “Potty Story”

  1. Hilarious! I had a similar thing with my three year old the other night. He was in the bath and I popped out into the next room for a few minutes, leaving the door open. I returned and he was holding something brown and mushy, which he proudly declared to be “Play-Doh”. There were bits of it floating all through the bath water, and clumped to the walls. Turned out it was a cardboard toilet roll tube that he had pulped up and turned to papier-mache.

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