Potty Time -- Part II

Daddy Relcuk weighs in on potty time. . .


I don't totally understand this potty thing. I mean, I get it -- you go in the potty, right? But why does this issue consume approximately 57.3% of the conversation that I have with my wife these days? Is it because it is baseball, not football season? I just don't get it.


Here's an example. I got an excited call at work from Mommy Relcuk not long after she got the potties for the girls. It seems that R had plopped down on her potty (with a book of course) and pinched out a little surprise for Mommy. Mommy and R were so excited about it, that R promptly jumped up, walked to the middle of the bathroom and made a nice little tinkle on the rug. This, I was told on the phone, was a huge "win" for potty time. R even got an M&M or two for such a successful feat.


Huh? I remember when H (is that how we refer to the dog?) did the EXACT same thing three years ago and even he had the good sense to hide in a remote bedroom from us. This was not a "win" for him, and he knew it. But apparently with little kids it is the best thing possible (perhaps it is more fun to clean the floor than to roll up a dirty diaper -- I'll have to get back to you on that).


So, for you new daddies out there, the hierarchy of success in the potty world is:


1. Small poop in plastic bowl, much pee on carpet;
2. Dog messing behind corner of couch and hiding from owners;
3. Whatever it is that monkeys do in their monkey cages (I seem to recall that my mom often accused my brother and I of mimicking their bathroom habits -- and this was a bad thing); and
4. Daddy missing the bowl.


Friends, try to stay near the upper portions of this metric.