Toilet training in the Monty
I have friends with a two-year-old daughter; she is fascinated by my Monty! Whenever they visit, she insists on going out there to explore. I always have power hooked up when they come by for that reason.
Last night we cooked out at my place with some other friends, and the little girl (I call her "Pickles" because she hates pickles) grabbed me by the hand and dragged me out to the Monty. [I must add here that Pickles is potty training, not altogether successfully.] She sat on the sofa, turned the reading lights on and off, and sat in every chair around the dinette. She ran up the stairs to the bedroom, looked in the closet, opened ALL the drawers, climbed on the bed for a couple of bounces, and turned the reading lights on and off (she loves that).
She went into the bathroom and checked out the sink and shower, opened the toilet lid, and gave the toilet a long look. Turned the lights on and off, and back to the sofa.
Then all of a sudden she shouted, "Patty, Patty! Poo-poo! Gotta poo-poo! NOW!" She jumped off the sofa, ran up the stairs and into the bathroom. Before I could catch up to her, she was finished and in the process of cleaning up. I of course gave her long strings of praises and bragged on her when we eventually went back to my guests.
When she and her parents left for home, she turned on her two-year-old sense of humor and said to me, "I'm Pickles! And YOU'RE Patty Poo-poo!"
No. I'm not adding that to my signature...
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