My daughter is now two and I have to say that training her to pee and poo was very very easy, I guess I was just lucky, but I also tried hard – used to put her on the pot first thing in the morning and to keep her there I would sing and tell her stories, till she got used to it. She was fully trained at a year and a half. Now it’s only the night diaper that needs to go.
But, that’s where my luck ends. I’ve not been able to train her father!
I was in my room the other day and my daughter said “mama potty”. Now she says potty even when she needs to pee, so I told my husband to make her sit on the pot, since I was busy with something. He took her to her bathroom and after about two minutes I heard him screaming for me and for the maid, who was eating her dinner. My heart sank. In the five seconds it took me to get to them, I had imagined all sorts of gory scenarios.
I ran into the bathroom, as did my maid, our hearts in our mouths. He looks at me and says “she’s doing the real potty!!” he was close to hysterical.
I stopped in my tracks and blinked. “Potty?, that’s it?”
“Real Potty!” he declared again.
My daughter was amused:”Mama, dad does not know how to clean potty!”
My maid looked at me and started laughing (it lightened the mood I have to say, I was pretty mad)
I could not believe it. He looked at me helplessly, and said: “I don’t know what to do”
Me: “Don’t know what to do!!! Stick your finger in her bum and wash it!” (In India we use water to wash)
He handed her to me, saying: “I am not good at this stuff”
Me: “I was not born knowing what to do, try washing, it’s really not that hard!”
He could not do it, has not done it once in these two years and I guess he’s not about to start now.
Go, guess who was left holding the baby? Yup, yours truly.
I could train an eighteen month old, but that’s not possible for her thirty-something father!
What can I say, except “aaaaggghhhhhhhhhh!!!”