Sunday, September 28, 2008

On the Throne


Over the past few months or so I've noticed that Nathan's really gotten to the stage where he doesn't need to be supervised every second. He can often play up in his room by himself for a bit, and we've had no poison control calls since...I can't remember when.

Well, the other day Nathan and his little friend Karin were playing downstairs in the toy room. Suddenly Karin yells up "Kaa-wa, Nafin's got his pants down." (Yes, not what you want to hear at any age.) Nathan then yells up "I'm going potty!" (OK, there is no potty downstairs.)

I fly down the stairs to find Nathan: pants down around his ankles, diaper down, too, sitting atop a little self-constructed throne made of a little tykes table with a purple chair on top. And there his little half-naked self sat. He confirmed again "I going potty." Yeah. Uh-huh.

Now, if I could just get him to sit on a real potty...

Anybody else have any funny potty stories?

5 comments:

LadyD said...

Shelby goes on the potty chair alot during the day, she drops her diaper off wherever she is and RUNS to the potty chair in the bathroom, she really likes it when we go together...I know, weird. So last night I am in there and she comes in and plops down her pants and sits next to me on her potty chair and says,"Mommy? Poop or Pee? Mommy Push! Mommy Push!" Lovely story, I know, but it was funny. The night before she had been kind of bound up so I had said to push, and there you go.........TMI?
:)

Kara Jo said...

Laura, hahahaha! Cute.

Willow and Sprout said...

So at our house, not knowing how different parents feel about "treat" rewards, we get to press this fun button that cheers for you when you go to the bathroom on the potty.

The other day I walked into Bella's room to discover one of my girlies playing beside a pile of poop. She saw me, and proudly proclaimed, "Tami, I go poop! I push a button?"

Kara Jo said...

Inthestory...nasty yuck-0! The things they think of, eh?

Keithslady said...

My first daughter was number three in the family. As I was getting her bath ready one night I heard a cry of dismay next to me. She was standing in front of the toilet in her own puddle. Standing worked for the boys!