My boys LOVE sitting on the pot. They would sit there for hours if you let them. I believe this is my fault because I feign constipation from time to time to get a little quality time to myself. Not that it works much, but at least, it’s something. When I have a schedule to keep, this little meditation on the toilet can be irksome, especially when I can smell the poop already in the potty.
After checking Sean three times and tapping my foot, I got the all clear.
Sean: Mommy! Can you wipe my bottom?!
I walked into the bathroom and was shocked by the giant turd sitting in the plastic bowl. A man-sized turd!
Me: No wonder you took so long. That’s a huge poop!
Sean: Why, thank you.