Potty training our eight year old special needs son is, if nothing else, a testament to that age old saying “if it doesn’t kill you it only makes you want to kill yourself.”
We try to keep our chins up and our hands covered in latex at all times. Also, we try to ignore the problem as much as possible:
“Do you smell that?”
Occasionally though hell freezes over and Monchichi makes it to the potty on time. Instead of candy, we prefer to immediately reward him with loud, booming choruses of “YAY’s!” and claps, mainly because eating m&m’s (or anything else for that matter) on the toilet is…..um, gross.
“Good job Monchichi! Yay!!”
This is his favorite part of the experience, aside from flushing. (And then flushing again, just for good measure).
So it should have come as no surprise that when he walked in on his daddy in the bathroom the other day and noticed that he was using the potty appropriately, he burst into an exuberant round of “YAY’s” and applause, causing his daddy to um, lose his momentum.
This boy is going places people.
I just hope it’s not public bathrooms.