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Potty training: One of the hardest parts of having a toddler. When our son E was about 20 months old, we went into full potty training mode. We read all of the books and articles; talked to friends who were parents of both boys and girls; we got all of the best advice. When we felt we had done our due diligence, we dove in.
We decided to go the route of letting him run around naked. Completely ‘butt-neked’. He picked up on potty training pretty quick. I only had to scrub pee out of the floor and break out the Febreze a few times. In my world, I call that a win.
Even though he was doing pretty well, we still let him run around naked. It was convenient for him. He could just run to his potty without having to notify us. Let’s be honest. What toddler doesn’t love running around completely nude? It was a freedom for him, a freedom he had never known before.
One day, E and Daddy were playing. They were rolling around on the floor, playing like boys do. Daddy was laying on the floor and E was standing on top of him. All of the sudden, I hear Daddy start to scream. A scream that you don’t normally hear out of a grown man. He jumps up off of the floor, and continues to scream.
I look at E, and he is sitting on the floor laughing.
Me: What happened?
Daddy: AAAGGGGHHHHH YUCK AAAHHHH $&%*!!!
Me: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, WHAT?!
Daddy: He peed!!!
Daddy: HE PEED IN MY MOUTH!!!
That is when my supermom parenting skills kicked in. I handled the situation with grace and maturity.
Just kidding. I was in the floor within seconds, laughing so hard I could hardly breathe.
Poor E, just couldn’t quite control his wee. He was having too much fun and unaware he was about to give Daddy a little golden shower. When you gotta go, you gotta go, right?
My poor husband spent an hour brushing his teeth. At some point, I think he swished with bleach. By that time I had already peed my pants from laughing so hard. I do feel bad for Daddy, but better him than me.
Do you have potty training horror story? Tell me in the comments?
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