Do y’all remember when I told y’all how excited Monkey was to go on the “potty train”?
Go refresh your memories.. I’ll wait.
The Potty Train(ing) has been a spectacular, dare I say, monumental failure. He has no desire to ride the potty train, none whatsoever.
We are still rockin’ the diapers.
Well the other day, he pulled a Ninja Monkey maneuver that entailed him getting his diaper off without first removing his shorts.
I’m tellin’ y’all he’s crafty. One day, I’m going to try to make toast and my garage door is going to start opening instead.
So while Nathan and I are sitting at the table eating, Monkey came up to us and said:
“I think I going poopy”
I told him to come back when he was done and I’d change his diaper.
He says to me:
“I not wearing a diaper
I jump up from the table, rush him to the bathroom and plop him on the toilet.
While I’m chatting with him and telling him to “push the poopy out” he reaches down and starts pulling on his p-nis (ha ha..see how I cleverly thwart those google preverts) I’m talking taffy pulling kinds of pulling.. it hurt me to look at it.
I asked him what he was doing…
Dead serious look on his face:
“I pulling it to make the poopy come out”
That’s when I threw in the towel and went and got Nathan. Then, I sat down and I laughed until I cried.