A post about poop. Hooray for you!
Conversation yesterday morning with Sena.
Me: Sena, do you have to poop?
Sena (grunting): No! Go away! Go away, Momma!
Shuts her bedroom door in my face.
I open it.
Me: Here. Here is the potty. You can sit on this in your room if you want.
I get her sans pants and she sits down on it.
Me: See. Now you can poop right there.
Sena (waving her arm at me): Go away!
I leave the room. I empty the dishwasher and pour another cup of coffee. I go downstairs and take clothes out of the dryer. In short, I completely forget about what Sena is doing or not doing.
I go back upstairs.
Sena runs out of her room, naked as a jaybird. She looks thrilled.
Sena: Momma! I did it!
Me: You pooped?
Sena: I pooped!
Me: In the potty?
Sena blinks and looks at me as if I am the stupidest person in the universe.
Sena: No. I pooped on the floor.
I am the stupidest person in the universe.
I go into her room and clean up the offending turd. It is sitting there like a grenade - about 10 inches from the potty.
Junebug looks up at me. The cat had been laying in her room the whole time and watched her take a dump on the floor, but of course did not bother to tell me. She probably thought it was hilarious. I suppose to a cat, who is potty trained at birth, it is hilarious. She just yawns at me and goes back to sleep.
Me (cleaning the carpet and muttering): It's not even 10 a.m. yet. Great.