You send your husband the following message from your ever open email to his ever charged blackberry:
bring bud ice cream. he just sat on the little potty long enough to poop there. i’m so thrilled you are lucky i’m not taking a photo and sending it to you.
Then you blog about it.
Kelley @ Magnetoboldtoo
Way to go dude!
And yeah, it is a sickness AND a compulsion. I am pretty sure they are fast tracking a cure as we type..
If my kid ever pooped on the potty, I’d probably text everyone I know.
For the record: one day C went on a 6-day poop strike, and when she finally went, I left my sister a voicemail saying, “She pooped! Thank God! Bye.” My husband heard that and said, “Man, I sure hope you called the right number, or some random person is going to be really confused.” I laughed until I cried.
It is official, every child on the Internet will be potty trained before KayTar. LOL.
the planet of janet
my kids would be VERY grateful they got to *at least* 13 before i started blogging. that is, if they actually knew i was blogging.
either way, they didn’t have to worry about poop posts.
oh wait. i’ve done a few of those anyway.
it’s grosser when they’re adults.