Sure, you can sit on the pot- HEY!
So there I am in the bathroom, with TTE sitting on the counter waiting for a bandaid on his scraped toe, when in saunters The Littlest Admiral, always earnest curious about whatever happens to be going on. They're both right in front of me, when suddenly SOMEone frrts out a little bit of gas, and I asked TTE if he had to go potty.
"No!" he proclaims, while his little brother grins proudly. "POTTY!" and makes a beeline for the little potty next to the toilet.
Pleasantly surprised, I strip off pants and diaper from the little guy and guide him onto the potty. He stands up. I sit him down. He stands up and grabs for the potty wipes, turning the box over in his hands.
I have him hemmed in where the potty is, and proceed to ignore him for a moment in favor of finishing putting the bandaid on the increasingly antsy Emperor - until the Admiral squeals. I look over at him, and he points proudly at the floor.
Where the wipes box sits. Open.
In a puddle of pee, with more dripping down into it off the top, because the small lid is now open.
My almost 22-month old peed on the wipes container like it was a freestanding urinal.
*facepalming chuckle*
"No!" he proclaims, while his little brother grins proudly. "POTTY!" and makes a beeline for the little potty next to the toilet.
Pleasantly surprised, I strip off pants and diaper from the little guy and guide him onto the potty. He stands up. I sit him down. He stands up and grabs for the potty wipes, turning the box over in his hands.
I have him hemmed in where the potty is, and proceed to ignore him for a moment in favor of finishing putting the bandaid on the increasingly antsy Emperor - until the Admiral squeals. I look over at him, and he points proudly at the floor.
Where the wipes box sits. Open.
In a puddle of pee, with more dripping down into it off the top, because the small lid is now open.
My almost 22-month old peed on the wipes container like it was a freestanding urinal.
*facepalming chuckle*