Elijah loves anything to do with the potty. Except the actual act of going in the toilet himself. He loves books about potty training. He loves to inform you about what you are about to do, what you are doing and saying goodbye to what you just did.
When his cousin Finn comes over, Eli insists on watching him go to the bathroom. To which Finn says, “Uh, ok…”
Last Saturday, Diana and I were drinking coffee in the kitchen when Eli padded by purposely. He walked up to the toilet and began removing his pants, saying, “Pee pee?”
Di and I looked at each other shocked. “Is this happening? Is he about to go pee pee in the potty?” Diana raced over and yanked down his diaper and said, “Go nuts!” It was a false alarm. He was merely practicing his one act play, “Finn Goes Pee Pee.”
But we realized we needed to step up the potty training from potty theory to potty practice. We brought up his very own tiny potty from the basement and proclaimed it his forever. Or until he has to go to college. I really don’t think he wants to explain it to his roommate.
He of course wants nothing to do with it. He views it as a nice blue step stool that allows him to access poison hidden in the bathroom cabinets.
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