If you’ve been reading my blog for any amount of time, you know that CamCam has always been a little obsessed with the potty.
No, not in a good way.
In a gross, yucky, make me want to burn down my house and move kinda way.
So it was with a bit of reluctance that I approached potty training CamCam. Eventually, I knew I’d have to let him and the potty have time together.
Alone.
Unsupervised.
It was an accident waiting to happen.
Oddly enough, our “potty accident” didn’t occur when CamCam was alone. Nope. I was standing at the sink, 3 feet away from him. Which, actually, shouldn’t surprise me at all. Most things seem to happen when I am in the room. I don’t know if I’m oblivious or if my kids are invisible, but it’s got to be one of those two. So anyways, I’m standing at the sink getting ready and I hear CamCam playing next to me. He’s playing with his new car, the one he earned by getting all the stickers on his potty chart.
Vroooom, vrooom, ahhhhh!
I look over to see what he’s doing, and there he is, kneeling in front of the toilet. Both arms are in the bowl, and he is running that little car all over the inside of the toilet.
Vrooooom, vrooom, ahhhh! Don't go in the wata, oh no! Ahhhhh, Splash!!!
