Tonight after bathtime, Bug and I called K at work. When he picked up, Bug says, "I poopy in my potty! My brown poopy! I proud of me!"
Let's recap. Bug's bath was ready, but she was sitting on the potty reading her potty book. This is normal; she has never actually used the potty during such moments. I told her it was time to get in the tub. She said, "No Mommy, I still going potty!"
She started to read the potty book to me, complete with "The story begins" and "mmm mmm" (throat clearing sound). I sat on the floor, patiently waiting for her to finish. All of a sudden, I see the log. Mouth agape and eyes wide, I look at her. "You poopied! You poopied in the potty!"
"I peed in the potty, Mommy!"
"No you didn't, Bug. You didn't pee. You poopied. Look!"
It was when she stood that the smell hit me, and it turned my stomach; I was seconds away from puking. She would never know this, though, and for that I will be expecting an Oscar. Instead we celebrated, complete with high fives, jumping and cheering.
I reminded her to wipe her butt, and we held a simple ceremony to dump her poop in the potty and flush it away.
