Poor Rocket. Poor, poor Rocket.
I mean, first he's the coolest character of a bunch of idiot kids, and now this. I mean, just wow. What a rough life.
What am I talking about?
Well ... you know how every kid does something that just makes you laugh uncontrollably, and will be used to haunt the child for life? My child did just such a thing today.
So, here we are in the midst of potty training. We're doing well, not perfect, but not too bad. I can't really complain. Of course, we're only really successful when we let her run around without a diaper on. But hey, if she learns that way, then rock on.
All afternoon she's been doing great. Only one accident and it was really my fault for not paying attention. After she finishes her ice cream cone, I say it's time for her to go potty. She runs the other way. I tell Scott he and I both need to go in the front room and she'll follow. Normally she does. Today she opted to go over to her ride-on Rocket, lift the seat (it's hinged for storage) and sit down.
Scott goes, "Oh no, she did not just ..."
I laughed. "I didn't hear anything, I don't think she did," he says. As I'm walking around into the living room, I'm having my doubts. And when she stands, I look down at the puddle at the bottom of Rocket's storage cavity.
We're not mad, we're laughing too hard to be mad. I mean, after all, I can understand how she drew the parallel and obviously she understands what to do. Now we just need to make sure we do it in the right place.
The funny thing is, I think we're learning more than she is during this whole ordeal. God knows Rocket has. He's totally wishing Big Jet were around right about now.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I've laughed so hard that I'm going to wet myself, and I think the seat of Scott's Trans Am is the perfect place to do just that.
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