And a One, and a Two, and a…

My princess is lately quite confused. She thinks that her throne is merely a chair.

This is not the only communication problem we’ve had regarding her potty. The verb “go” in relation to said potty is apparently misunderstood. When I ask Violet to “go potty,” she usually picks her potty up and takes it somewhere else. As a result, I’ve tried to use other verbs in conjunction with the potty. “Can you make poo poo?” “Can you put your pee-pee in the potty?” Violet indicates that indeed, she can.

But she hasn’t yet.

Also, she seems extremely humiliated by the prospect of having to make the dreaded number two while there is another soul around. We’ve given her no reason to feel shame: in fact, if one of us happens to catch her in the act, we encourage her. Once the awful deed is done, we applaud loudly and exclaim “Yay!!! Good job pooping!”

She hides behinds the rocking chair, holds her hand out in a stop sign, and insists that we “just go away!”

Last night, as she was playing in her room, we heard her yelling. My husband graciously realized that it was his turn, and ran downstairs to check on her. A few seconds later, I heard his voice from the monitor: “Come down here, Honey. You’ve got to see this.” I complied. When I arrived outside of her room, I saw that she had taken off her clothing.

Okay. This was not unusual. So?

Her father then inquired if she had pooped (as if his sense of smell was failing, somehow). She reached her hands out in supplication, and said “Yes.”

Pardon my language, but NO SHIT.

Both of her tiny hands were covered in poop. My husband and I burst out laughing. I continued to laugh as I helped her wash her hands repeatedly, though the poop juice leaking from her diaper was staining the back of my shirt.

I suppose I should be thankful she didn’t have time to use it as finger paint…