I’ve thought about it. It’s my fault Penelope isn’t potty trained. It’s not that I want my cute widdle baby waby to stay a baby longer.
I don’t want to take her to public bathrooms. They’re gross and germy. Have you ever tried to explain germs to a 2 year old? I told her they were little invisible bugs that can make you sick. Now she looks even closer for those “little bugs”. Where are they mommy? I don’t see them she says as she rubs her fingers along the. Toilet Seat. Is this a germ she says, handing me a speck of something. Brown. I will now have to Clorox our hands raw for weeks.
I can’t get out the wipes fast enough.
She knows pee and poo are dirty. She just doesn’t know how dirty. And dirty wet toilet paper stuck to the floor is something to clean up. And she’s very proud of it. And it’s not that I’m not watching her. We play all kinds of games. Penelope put your hands on your head and keep them there. Penelope hold your hands high in the air. Penelope I am going to kill you if you touch anything.
Nope, nothing works. In fact, it makes it all the more a game to touch things. Especially that shiny (dirty, germy) lock. Mommy uses toilet paper to open it.
I mean I can scare her. Tell her as my mom told me, she can get lockjaw and have to go to the hospital for a rabies shot. But do I really want to psychologically damage her. I mean it took me until I was 30, and engaged, to be able to drink out of the same glass as someone else.
I think maybe I do.
Or it’s Diapers. Well, she can just go anywhere, anytime and mommy can clean her somewhere clean. Her teachers in September will love that. And so will her future husband.