Earlier today at a friend's house, Jared announced "Poopoo". I checked, and he was wrong, nothing there. Two minutes later, he again said "Poopoo, mama"... and this time, he was correct.
Flash of realization in my head: he was telling me it was coming! Whoa. Big step. Does this mean he really is ready for potty training?
Spend two hours wondering.
Fast forward to evening, he's in the bathtub. Happily announces "Poopoo!" and I whisk him out of the tub, dry him off and throw him in a diaper so fast that he was crying because he hadn't had time to clean up his toys in the bathtub. Crying... because... he didn't clean up... Right, that happens a lot.
And my hopes were promptly crushed, since he is not apparently a little Poopstradamus as I'd previously thought, apparently just a fun word to say that gets a silly reaction out of mama.
I'm sure you scared him into forgetting all about the need to go poop after the excitement of getting out, dried, and NOT CLEANING UP. Geez, the kid was probably laying in bed going "wait, there was something else I needed to tell mommy. What was it? I can almost put my finger on (in) it.......Oh yea! I've got it. Unnnghh. Unggghhhh. Peeeeeeeyoooouuuuu!"
Posted by: Kristy | July 27, 2005 at 06:10 PM