We have had another regression in the potty training arena.
The same day that Elizabeth was reunited with her princess bike, William started pooping in his diaper at nap time. This, from the child that was showing his sister how it should be done. I was completely befuddled with his setback and asked "Why William? WHY?!"
His response - the response that I hear to almost EVERY question that I ask these days?
After cleaning up dirty diapers from both Carolyn and William for the past week, I started to go batty. These kids no longer fit on the changing table and it feels like I am cleaning the bum of a grown person, not a baby, whenever they come running out of their rooms after a nap with a full diaper and stench that makes me positively weak.
So, yesterday during our walk, we saw a police man that was responding to an alarm that went off in someone's house. Because our children are very excited about any one in public service that wears a uniform - he stopped to talk with us and when I asked if the reason he was in our neighborhood was to tell our children that they need to go poop in the potty he laughed and said "YES! That's exactly why I'm here!"
While the kids looked at him with eyes like saucers and their mouths wide open, the police man kneeled down at their level and said "It's very important that you go pee and poo on the toilet. The big toilet, the one that flushes!"
How about that?
The poop police.
They really do exist.
But less than an hour later, just before their nap, two of the trio went poop in their diapers. So, I did what any loving parent would do. I told them that I was going to call the policeman and he was going to come back to our house and take them to jail.
Now, the only reason I said such a terrible thing to my three-year-old children is because a little bird told me that I'm on track to win "Mother Of The Year" and I really don't want that prestigious award. Where would it go in this small house?
Truly, I have no place on the wall to hang it.