The boyfriend thought that I should blog about a traumatic experience I had yesterday at work... so I am.
Warning: this story is about poop.
So it was about 5:50 pm at the daycare, parents were coming to get their kids... I have about 10 2 and 3 year olds running around. I spot Brody (the oldest child that is still NOT potty trained) squatting in home center and making the "poop" face. he immediately stands up and yells at me, "I'm poopy!!"
Now, Brody has been 3 since April... and when you automatically know that you are poopy.. you should be potty trained.. or in the process of potty training.
So I say to Brody, "Brody... next time you have to poop.. come tell me and we will sit on the potty." I take him to the changing table, get my gloves on... and discover that there is in fact no poop.
"Brody you need to sit on the potty."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"
he is screaming and crying for about 5 minutes (diaper off and pants around the ankles) and standing up about a foot away from the toilet and refusing to sit down on the potty. I am doing everything I can think of to calm him down (parents are coming to get their kids for crying out loud!) offering him a sticker, a cookie, ANYTHING if he can just sit on the potty and TRY to poop for about 2 minutes.
So the worst part of it all happens... as he is screaming, he sticks his hand behind his booty, and a second later pulls out his finger.. and there is poop on it. gross. Therefore he started screaming even more. poop is coming out WHILST he is standing up... I am like, "uhmmm BRODY sit on the potty!" he is still refusing, so I practically force him to sit on the toilet.. in the process... the poop on his finger gets on my arm... sick sick sick.
once he was sitting down though.. it was all over... he was finished crying... I washed my arm.. put new gloves on...fixed him up, and still gave the kid a cookie for pooping in the potty.
And of course his mother showed up 5 minutes later. I obviously told her the whole story... and when she told him how proud she was of him for pooping on the potty, he smiled... and then holds up his finger and says, "I pooped on my finger." HAHAHAHA so disgusting.
Thank goodness my last day of work is on August 12th! I am so over diapering and potty training!!! Ive done enough to have had 2 kids of my own by now!!!!
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