Potty training for girls. Four words guaranteed to strike fear into a grown man’s heart.
What was it Bette Davis said? Buckle up, it’s going to a bumpy ride.
Okay, so I’m perhaps not exuding masculinity by quoting the star of Whatever Happened To Baby Jane, but there’s definitely something scarier about teaching a wee girl to wee than teaching a wee boy to wee.
With boys it’s easy peasy. It’s just a question of perfecting the aim. At least that’s what I vaguely recall telling my wee brother when I was a kid.
Now I have a three year old daughter who delights in updating me on her bathroom activities. The other day I took a call at work from her in between a flurry of deadly serious conversations: Hey daddy! I did a pee pee in the potty!
I said well done my darling and I’ll see you at teatime and thank your mother for putting you on the phone as well as on the potty. I had to bellow an instant laugh and get back to the grindstone.
|Octonauts ... to the potty!|
To add to the general feeling of time slipping by not only has Toddler learned to pee and poo in a potty when she needs to, she can zip up a jacket, put on shoes with Velcro and express concepts like ‘tomorrow’ correctly.
And she goes to pre-school after the summer holidays!
My wee girl is growing up. (My bottom lip is wobbling.) How did this happen all of a sudden?