Yesterday, my buddy Christa gave me a phone call. It went something like this:
Me: Hello?
Christa: Hi! How are you?
Me: Good!
Background: little kid, presumably Colin, talking to his mama about something. I can't tell what.
Christa to Colin: Just go. You're a big boy now. You can go by yourself.
Christa to me: He's potty trained now! But he wants me to help him go poop. I'll call you right back.
Me: Okay. I'll be here!
several minutes later...
Christa: Hi! It's me again! I just threw some Cocoa Puffs in the potty and he went poop on top of them.
Me (not sure I heard right and visualizing little brown cornballs floating in the commode): Did you just say you threw cereal into the toilet?
Christa: Yeah. I got the tip from one of the teachers at pre-school. I called them asking for help. Colin used to have a hard time going Number Two on his own. They told me to throw some Cheerios into the pot. Now he goes in seconds. It's fun for kids I guess. They like to poop on top of cereal!
Me (musing over Christa's wise choice of Cocoa Puffs and thinking that I need to potty train Brooke in a few weeks and not sure if it will work for girls, but definitely planning on giving it a go):
Cool! Thanks for the tip!
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2 comments:
That is too funny! I too, like the choice of the Cocoa Puffs over the Cheerios. More realistic!
That's awesome, Monica! You might try Lucky Charms for Brooke. They're more colorful.
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