Deep down every mom hopes that her kids will stay friends with each other well into adulthood.
Not that they have to be best friends. Or even wear matching outfits.
But they should know they can trust each other. And they should feel confident that if they need help, they can rely on one another.
And, it would be nice, if they always were able to laugh together.
But for the record, I don’t think my kids should poop together.
But for the record, I don’t think my kids should poop together.
Welcome to the the latest development in the Twins’ PottyTraining Saga.
If it seems like we should be done with the Twins’ Potty Training Saga then just imagine how it feels to me.
It all started with a drop-off gymnastics camp. And Sam and Ellie with (unbeknownst to me) full colons.
When I picked them up, the story began to trickle in…
“The teachers couldn’t find Sam and Ellie for a long time.” ~ Catie (five minutes after pick-up)
It all started with a drop-off gymnastics camp. And Sam and Ellie with (unbeknownst to me) full colons.
When I picked them up, the story began to trickle in…
“The teachers couldn’t find Sam and Ellie for a long time.” ~ Catie (five minutes after pick-up)
“Ellie wiped my bottom for me!” ~Sam (as we walked into the door)
“Sam flushed the potty while I was trying to poop!” ~Ellie (as I stripped her down to discover the remnants on her underwear)
“Ellie flushed her hair ribbon down the potty while I was pooping.” ~ Sam (same strip-down, same remnants)
“Mommy, they were in there a really long time. I can’t imagine what they were doing.” ~ Catie (as I hustled her siblings into a bath.)
Me neither. But I’m getting a pretty clear picture.
Ugh.
