When I was a newly potty trained toddler, my parents had the misfortune of hosting a dinner party. When I, in my nicest dress and on my best behavior, of course, was introduced to the guests, I said to them, “Guess what? I go poopoo and peepee on the potty now.” I’m sure they were delighted to know it.
Then, as if that weren’t enough information, while I was getting ready for bed and my parents and their friends were sitting around the dinner table, I brought my full potty to the table to prove to them that what I said was the truth. They graciously told me, “Good job.” I was very proud. My parents…not quite so much.
Nicole, former child, 1 of 2