How do you explain a urinal to tiny girls?
Potty training, until complete, is largely a pain in the bazooty as far as I can tell. So far my experience goes like this: I ask her every half hour if she needs to go to the potty, she generally ignores me, occasionally goes on her own (YAY!), and more often than not will announce that she has to go poop, but that she doesn’t want to do it in the potty (not-so-YAY.) Needless to say, my days of nasty diapers are eventually coming to an end, but the end isn’t in sight just yet. Nevertheless, any time I have to use a restroom while we’re out and about, Sami cannot be expected to stay at the table with whomever is with me.
On Monday, Ben, Sami and I went for Shabu-Shabu to celebrate Ben’s return from a weekend business conference. I had to go to the restroom, and of course Sami came with me. This was a unique bathroom, being of the one-patron-unisex variety, because it had not only a toilet but a urinal. I don’t know for sure, but I can say with reasonable certainty as the person who generally accompanies Sami to restrooms, she has never seen a urinal before.
“I WANT TO SIT ON THE LITTLE POTTY!” I imagine her demand reverberated through the whole restaurant, but since I can’t see other patrons reacting, I don’t have to die of humiliation.
“It’s not a potty, Sami. It’s called a urinal. Big boys stand and pee there.”
“BUT I WANT TO SIT ON THAT POTTY!” There aren’t caps big enough to express how badly she wanted this. But, hello? Sitting on a urinal? Ew.
“Nope. That one is only for boys. You can use the regular potty, or else you have to wait until we go home.” She stomped and whined a little, but got the message. She actually even went on to successfully use the potty, complete with voluntary hand-washing.
Not to be spared public attention-calling, Sami sprinted back out to where Ben was waiting and announced, “I WENT PEEPEE ON THE POTTY! BY! MY! SELF!” All by herself. Yup.
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I am pretty sure I wanted to sit in the urinal when I was little. I wonder how my dad handled it.
You could tell her that Rick and one of his buddies at preschool got timeouts on Monday for sitting on “toilets that are for standing” at school.
oh, the joys of potty training… I love that she didn’t spare you ANY embarrassment… HAHAHAH.
Yes, I know I’ll get crap back in spades for laughing at this… later, much later.
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Hehehehe. This is a potty story I’m so glad you shared. Of course, I can’t really relate, except with the post-event excitement as my friends/family potty-trained their kids. I quickly learned the importance to express exceptional amounts of congratulations when going potty on/in the potty was accomplished. Enjoy fewer and fewer dirty diapers!!
This is hilarious!