A mother truly does have a sixth sense. Mine was in full effect when I didn’t hear any of my three children for about fifteen minutes, and it was smack dab in the middle of the 4:00-5:00 crazy hour. Knowing they were probably up to no good, I stopped making dinner and went searching. When I found them all in the guest bathroom, they innocently explained to me that they were trying to “surprise” me by getting Dash to go potty on the big boy toilet.
When I questioned their frantic wiping, they told me that they didn’t know he had to go poops, and it “kind of got messy”.
I thanked them for the almost surprise, and told Scout and Navy that we are just going to wait for Dash to potty train himself the way they each had. It was all sweet and lovey-dovey until I looked around a little more. There was poo on the walls, poo on the door frame, and potty all over the floor. And then I started get a little tension in my voice. They reassured me that they would clean it all up perfectly. They finished wiping down Dash, and sent him on his way to clean up the rest of the mess.
I thought all was well, and was proud that they were acting pretty responsibly.
And then I went to re-diaper Dash.
Apparently, this is how they cleaned him.
So with a little more tension in my voice, I went in with my own rags to get that bathroom back to ground zero.
Needless to say, my potty trainers have been restricted from their good deeds.
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