Second Chance

As you know, Kate has been working diligently on potty training. However, the end of last week was a little rough. I’m not sure if she just got tired of trying or what, but it was an accident-a-day type of weekend.

On Wednesday, we were making pumpkin bread together in the kitchen and Kate passed some gas. Loudly. Of course, she and Sam thought that was truly hysterical. Then it happened again. Of course, like a good mommy, I asked “Do you need to go potty?” each time.

“No. No potty,” she said adamantly.

So, I didn’t worry about it anymore and got back to the baking, while she and Sam went down the hall. The next thing I hear is a “Potty!” from Kate.

By the time I get down there, we’ve already got a bit of a mess on our hands, as she is trying to get her pants off, but there is already some evidence, if you know what I mean. So I rush in to help and think I’ve got it very well contained until something happens and it goes falling to the floor. Great.

So, I start my mom-lecture, a skill that I am perhaps a little too good at considering my kids are so young. “Kate, you have got to use the potty when you need to go to the bathroom. This is just yucky. Too yucky. Way yucky.”

From the stairs in the hall comes a little helpful voice, my own personal Jiminy Cricket: “Mom, I think she just kind of needs a second chance. I mean, that’s what I think.”

Darn. So I switched into love mode and agreed that she’d been very good to try so hard to get to the potty and that she was a big girl for wearing big girl panties. I just hate it when Sam’s right.