Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Bathroom time...

I am going to go back a few weeks.  One of my favorite shows to watch is Cops.  For whatever reason, my youngest was paying attention during the opening song and the clips they were showing during the song.  Luckily for us all (in complete sarcasm), they showed a snake in someone's toilet. 

He had been doing a wonderful job with using the toilet for quite a while.  Every so often there would be an accident here or there, but for the most part, he had it down.  This all changed after that scene.  I didn't figure it out, my sister did, but it took about a week.

He was scared to death of the toilet.  Well, not of the toilet, but of the chance of a snake ending up in the toilet.  Makes perfect sense to me... if I was in the bathroom, looked down, and saw a snake coiled up in the toilet, I am not sure you would ever convince me to go back in.  That is the difference between a 37 year-old and a 3 year old.  I would have to see it in my own toilet... Abe just had to see it on television. 

My sister, in her infinite wisdom, and perhaps because she watches my children, came up with a good idea.  She came out one afternoon while my son and I were sitting in the living room and told us the story of what she did in the bathroom.  It went something like this, in her words:

I was just in the bathroom, I looked down and saw the snake's head.  I reached my hand in the toilet, grabbed the snake out, killed it and threw it outside. 

My son and I both congratulated her on her skill.  I made it very clear that I would never have been so brave.  I HATE snakes.  I think my youngest son does too.  I don't think that it is a bad trait to have.  I would rather him hate them than run around trying to grab every creepy, wiggly thing roaming around in the dirt. 

My youngest has since been able to return to the bathroom without one of us accompanying him.  Thank goodness that my sister figured out the problem, because I was in a state of confusion about how everything could have turned around so quickly.  It is wonderful having potty trained children!


  1. Loved this post! Who knew the snake in the toilet could do so much to his imagination...

  2. I can GUARANTEE that if Mom EVER saw a snake in her toilet, she would NEVER go again without making one of us check again... then I am afraid one of us would to to stay in with her. She would probably be comatose for awhile.

    It is amazing what an imagination your youngest has. I am thankful that his aunt was so brave to wrestle the imaginary snake.

    Does he ever talk about a dragon and gauntlet anymore?