Wees in the potty! Wees in the potty!
Any of you out there who has been through this will know that that’s so much more than just a phrase. It’s poetry (‘WEES in the potty … WEES in the potty’ – it has a great rhythm).
It’s a catch cry. It’s a call to arms. A manifesto.
It’s a victory yell!
On Tuesday, it happened for the first time ever at our place! *Pauses politely, acknowledges applause*
Three times over the course of an afternoon! *Pauses politely, acknowledges standing ovation*
We have been in the ‘pretend’ potty phase for months now. Maja owns one. She knows what it’s for. She has seen others using it (not us, not us! I’m hands-on but I ain’t that hands-on. She has a little two-year-old friend …). Hell, she even has a certain fondness for it (likes to sit on it, pants round her ankles, browsing through a Tesco catalogue, for example. And Bunny and Ted have become seasoned potty-users with her help). But until now: nothing doing.
On Tuesday she was running around naked, as is her wont, and the spot where she paused to take a leak (somehow that turn of phrase seems more appropriate for a toddler than a grown man, no?) was just beside the potty, so after an initial – um – squirt, I said ‘don’t you want to sit on the potty?’ And she did, and another squirt came, and it hit the potty, and … and it was beautiful. She immediately picked the potty up and tipped its contents on to the floor. I didn’t care. We cheered, we sang, we triumphantly went and told Apa the story of the Wees in the Potty,
we popped champagne, we released a flock of doves into the sky we had biscuits and celebratory cups of tea.
With that, she seemed to get it. Soon after came Wee-wee the Second and Wee-wee the Third. All three of us were delighted.
Nothing since … but what a great start! Bring on that next great epoch, the Potty Training Period?!