Oh no...

Here's a little experience that I just have to share. Those with kids, you've probably been there. Those expecting, you will be there. And those who never will, this is why...

We’ve off and on been trying to potty train Jovin. He’s pooped on the big boy potty 5 or 6 times by now, but it’s mostly when he can’t hold it any longer and we’re holding him from getting down. We’ve got a ways to go still. So the other day I heard him start grunting and showing signs of needing to go. Ang had just gotten into the shower, so I was on my own. I grabbed his hand and walked him into the bathroom. Though this time he seem particularly aggravated when we got to the toilet. He was fighting and yelling but I was determined to get him to go on the toilet. So I got his pants off and started on the diaper, which isn’t easy when he doesn’t cooperate.

As I took off the diaper and was putting him up, I noticed that there was a little runny poop in it already and saw more drops hit the ground and side of the toilet. My mind was slow to process what this would mean and then I began to panic. It didn’t help that Jovin completely arched his back and was screaming by now. At least though, in my panic, I thought to take off his shirt as well. But as I was contemplating my next move Jovin got out of my hands and ran to the other side of the bathroom. I was surveying the mess already made when the noise at the other end of the bathroom caught my attention. I uttered, “oh, noooo..” just in time to see my screaming son propped up against the wall, as if ready for a frisking, suddenly blast out the rest of what was causing him grief. What distance!

By this time, Ang was annoyed that we had intruded on her alone time and she popped her head out to ask, “What is it?” “The runs!” I replied. My first action after returning to reality was to turn Jovin towards the mess and exclaim, “See this!? THIS is why I was trying to get you to sit on the potty!” Though I soon came to the realization that it was not going to stick in his mind as the lesson he was going to take from the experience. Luckily Ang was done with her shower, so I grabbed him and handed him over. Ang cleaned him and it sounded like they were having a grand ol’ time, while I cleaned the bathroom.

After the impromptu shower, Jovin was the happiest little boy I have ever met. Poor kid. But I laugh and I joke to myself, “See this!? THIS is why I should have just let you go in your diaper!” Poor daddy. What an experience.