so this little boy...
went poop in his potty!!! and it wasn't even a huge issue either like i thought it would have been. he had been holding it for a couple of days, so i just said that the next time he sat on the potty, he needed to go poop too & he'd get double the marshmallows.
well within 5 minutes of sitting down & playing his favorite computer games, he called me back in & said, "I'M DONE!"
of course i have heard this specific statement several times throughout the week & was pretty skeptical as to what "done" meant.
i walked in & he stood up & had done it!
wasn't that a lovely story?
except that it doesn't stop there...
so i pick up the little bowl out of his potty to dump it in the toilet. and was so excited about it all, congratulating him & praising him, that i didn't think through the logistics of the dumping of the stuff into the toilet.
i just plop it in there and...
you have got to be kidding me.
poop water all over me.
a drop on my cheek even.
and of course, i was wearing a white shirt.
i start gagging and dry heaving, coughing & choking. caleb looks at me & i'm still trying to tell him how proud i am of him through my gags.
i don't want him to see how revolted i am by his masterpiece & all that he's just accomplished. i finish cleaning it up, then him up, then myself.
and though i'm still dry heaving just thinking about the experience, i am so proud of him. and if i have to have poop water splashed on my cheek every time just so he'll go on the potty, i'll do it.
okay, not really.