Hands up who has been through this? We all face challenges with having children, but this topic is one that we can laugh about, and often. You’d be hard pressed to find no one with a tale to tell on toilet training.
I was waiting at school the other day for my 5 year old. As the minutes rolled by more and more Mum’s congregated outside the door, waiting patiently. As one topic turns into another toilet training pops up. It soon turns into sharing hilarious stories about our own children and their training days. The roar of laughter was infectious.
J- “My daughter always chose to poop in her pants at a particular friend’s house. Why this friend? No idea, but invariably we would be visiting and the old catch phrase of G has pooped we gotta go became too common!”
G-“My 2 year old decided to poop in her pants. I just throw them away now. Who wants to clean that up?”
Whilst talking, J notices out of the corner of her eye something unfolding. She makes the mad dash, leaping through the school yard, dodging kids with ease to reach her son who had decided the small patch of grass was perfect for doing a wee on. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…. Not at school….please!!!!
Snigger, chuckle, snort.
My three were all quite good with toilet training. Besides a few little hiccups and washing of clothes we got through the training relatively un scathed.
My eldest did have an incident once at the shops though. And yes, it involved a particular favourite pair of jocks….
I was in the supermarket. I always say to my children before leaving the house, go to the toilet as there may not be one whilst we are out. Fortunately for me on this day there was one.
I had taken my time, exploring the aisles with my then 3 year old. We get to the check out and he proclaims. “Mummy I need to do a poo”
Ah geez, really? Now? Can you hold on for 5 mins whilst we get the shopping loaded and paid for?
Please just 5 mins… 5 lousy minutes was all I needed to scoodaddle out of there.
No he could not wait, who was I kidding, this kid was in training. He hadn’t got to the mastered stage yet. The nappy stage was still fresh in my mind and obviously his because from the time it took for me to grab him and abandon my full trolley barely having time to push it out of the way whilst telling the checkout chick I would be back-it was done.
We scramble into the toilets and make the mad dash to sit down….too late… favourite jocks were tainted. I cleaned him up and threw the jocks into the bin much to the disgust of my three year old.
“MUMMMY!!!! They are my favourite jocks”
How to explain to a three year old the thought of tucking them into my bag for the trip home was NEVER going to happen?!
I am pleased to say, he wasn’t scarred by the incident. He also never did it again.
At the time these incidents make you cringe. Don’t let them, embrace the toilet humour and laugh!
What stories have you got? Was it smooth sailing or a bumpy road to travel?