Miss2 is doing really well with her toilet training. This morning, after I picked her out of the cot, she raced into the bathroom, removed her own nappy and sat on the toilet to wee. I couldn’t have been prouder if she’d bashed out Beethoven’s Fifth on the keyboard.
She trotted into the kitchen and, as I needed to change into my uniform for the day, I joined Tracey in our bedroom, mentally patting myself on the back over how well everything was going this morning.
What an idiot.
“No! Stop it! Ahhhh!” came the bellow from kitchen.
Tracey and I glanced at each other. We weren’t concerned. It was Miss10’s voice.
Miss10 has a habit of going heavy on the drama where her little sisters are concerned.
Things like, “Ahhhh! Don’t touch my shoes!” “Ahhhh! Stop singing while I’m singing!” and “Ahhhh! Don’t sit on my bed naked!” and are the sorts of things we get to respond to on a daily basis.
Don’t get me wrong, she’s generally awesome with the kids. Only Sunday morning she played with Miss2, and changed her nappy and made her a bottle, all while I pretended to be asleep.
But she does tend to be very verbal in a panic.
“I’ll go,” said my wife, her being in a more completed state of dress, and she headed out into the kitchen.
I’d just turned back to the task of getting ready for work when it all started up again.
“Ahhhh! No! Stop it!”
Only this time it was Tracey’s voice.
Seconds later my wife ran past the doorway with a naked Miss2 held out in front of her.
“Ahhhh!” continued my wife.
Guessing there was going to be a puddle somewhere, although confused because Miss2 had definitely done one in the toilet moments earlier, I picked up my towel and went to the kitchen to soak up the mess.
Only I was completely off target over the nature of the problem in so much as I made the wrong vowel selection – it wasn’t pee, it was poo.
Proof that no matter how well some days start out, when there’s a two year old in the house they can still all too quickly turn to shite.
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