I babysat for a 3-year-old girl once, who was the smartest thing ever, and blazingly articulate (for a 3-year-old). She would pee in the toilet, but if she had to poop, she'd tell me, and we'd switch her panties for Pull-Ups, she'd poop in the Pull-Ups, and then we'd switch back to panties, and dump the poop in the toilet to flush it (rather than just throwing out the Pull-Ups; er, I mean, the Pull-Ups got thrown out, not re-used, but the poop got flushed, to emphasize the point that that's where poop belongs).
And she was very calmly emphatic -- and dead serious -- about when she'd begin pooping in the toilet: "I am still three. But when I am four, I will poop in the potty, but not until then." Although she would occasionally poop in the toilet -- generally if she was already up there to pee -- and when she did, we would be sure to praise her.
The kid cracked me up all the time. I'd help her up onto the toilet and make sure her panties were pulled down enough to be out of the way. One time I must have lingered in the bathroom too long (I might have been playing with my hair in the mirror, or something), and she looked at me and said, completely serious-faced, "Could I have some privacy?"
I replied "Oh! Of course you may!" and scooted out into the hallway and shut the door behind me before I burst out laughing. (It was just her solemn delivery of the question that cracked me up. She was 3, going on 53).
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Date: 2006-05-31 10:33 pm (UTC)And she was very calmly emphatic -- and dead serious -- about when she'd begin pooping in the toilet: "I am still three. But when I am four, I will poop in the potty, but not until then." Although she would occasionally poop in the toilet -- generally if she was already up there to pee -- and when she did, we would be sure to praise her.
The kid cracked me up all the time. I'd help her up onto the toilet and make sure her panties were pulled down enough to be out of the way. One time I must have lingered in the bathroom too long (I might have been playing with my hair in the mirror, or something), and she looked at me and said, completely serious-faced, "Could I have some privacy?"
I replied "Oh! Of course you may!" and scooted out into the hallway and shut the door behind me before I burst out laughing. (It was just her solemn delivery of the question that cracked me up. She was 3, going on 53).