A Glimpse into the Future
For the most part I can say that my son is potty trained. He was past his third birthday before he started going on the potty, but he does now and that's all that matters. Except for the fact that he won't poop on the potty. If he has to go, he comes to me and asks me to put a diaper on him then heads to his corner to do his business.
Today he went to go poop and got upset because there were too many toys and he couldn't get to his corner. I told him to just go to the other corner. Where is he now? He's standing at his play tool bench with his hands on the bench and his legs spread apart, leaning down like he just got pulled over and is being searched. I can't help but wonder if this is a glimpse into his future.
Could a mother's hopes for a medical degree from Stanford be completely destroyed by the image of her toddler posed for a body search?
I'm going to go have a drink now.
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