So...here is a story for you. Imagine a bodacious mom and her vivacious crew hanging out at one of the grooviest area parks. We're chilling out and laughing it up on the swings when those few words ring clear..."I have to go potty."
You see pre-potty training you never notice whether your groovy park has incredible bathrooms or not. Why would you? But alas, now the search is on. After a detour past the slides, a loop around the tennis court and a close encounter with a squirrel we were there. Our luxurious bathroom... isn't she a beauty?
I can now tell you that it is NOT easy to convince a two year old that this box in the forest is in fact a potty. Molly has referred to it all day as the "yucky brown potty"... I hear ya' girlfriend. So after 5 minutes of helping Molly on the potty, 3 moments of dry heaving, about 16 prayers and several scans for scary bugs we were out of there... accident free. Thank the lord Gabe didn't try to lick the wall or something from his stroller.
Say it with me: PURELL
I think it will suffice to say that our groovy park is definitely a lot less groovy. Once we have the whole potty training thing down our next lesson will be how to pee on a tree. We definitely could have utilized that skill today.