My daughter has been talking a lot of poop lately. It’s pretty much one of her favorite topics. We bought her a potty chair, but for some reason she will only sit on it when her Grandma is visiting. I don’t think she wants me to know, that she knows, what it is for. It’s like she is considering the whole toileting thing, but only on a top secret need to know basis. Her stealth investigation into the subject and how it all works makes it a little difficult for us to prod her in the right direction or to offer any guidance.
That’s why I bought the DVD, “Elmo’s Potty Time.” Apparently it used to be anyone over 30 that couldn’t be trusted, but now it’s anyone over three. We have to change with the times or just get old and cranky and complain about how things used to be. I decided to enlist the help of the most trusted 3 year old in the history of Sesame Street: Elmo. My daughter trusts him completely and he never lets her down so why not, right? He is the rock star of potty training and has a resume a mile long on the subject.
Once the DVD was put into the player and “play” was pushed there was all kinds of foul language coming out of the TV. Little kids were openly talking about whizzing, peeing, urinating, making doodoo, going poop and having accidents. My daughter danced along to cult classics like, “Everyone has accidents and that’s ok” and the hit song, “Don’t forget to use toilet paper and wash your hands after.” She was delighted with all this potty mouth talk and insisted on watching it multiple times in a row. It was going fantastically.
So, I brought her into the bathroom and we both stared at the potty. I asked her if she wanted to try sitting on it? She said, “NO!” and slammed the little pink, plastic lid down. I asked her if she wanted to go peepee in the potty like Elmo and she again said, “NO!” Then she took the little rubber seat out and put it on her head. She did some dancing, some twirling, and some giggling and then she left the bathroom. I put Elmo on the potty and then I gave him a book to read. My daughter came in and squealed with delight. Then she took the book away from Elmo and skipped out the door and down the hallway. That was that.
Maybe we will have better luck tomorrow. This morning she came up to me and said, “Poop.” Then she went poop in her diaper. Maybe if I am smart enough to pay attention I can get her to the potty the next time she has to poop (and tells me), instead of just patting her on the head and looking in the back of her diaper for any evidence that may or may not exist.
I just want to leave you with a few lyrics from the song that I think is titled: “You do it, you use the potty.” The first few lines go like this: “Girls do it, boys do it, big kids all around the world do it. Grown ups do it. They use the potty. One day, you’ll use the potty too.” Let’s hope so.