Our pediatrician has been around for awhile. As in, he began practicing before I was born. That’s a good thing though. He’s on top of things, and keeps up to date with studies, and he’s got a vast amount of experience.
So when I went to him for help with our seemingly never-ending quest to get Violet potty trained, I wasn’t that surprised that he recommended a slightly older book. It’s not that any of the information is bad or unfounded. It’s just that’s is all so groovy.
Hey, kid, even cops and firemen gotta take a crap, ok?
So obviously there is an adult-instruction section, and another portion which is the kid’s section, where the previous photos are from.
Tonight I read Violet the kid’s portion for the billionth time, and afterwards, she wanted to take a crack at “reading” it herself. This is good. This is a positive potty-training kind of step. So I asked her page by page what was happening.
We got to this one:
And she said, “The boy is peeing on the bananas.”
I realized then, that she was totally correct.