I love this because I think it hits a zillion different methods of potty training–and still none worked for these kids! You have to give all parents props for putting in such a superb effort, but ultimately the old saying stands…. Every kid is different and they’ll do it when they’re ready!
Nothing shocked me more about parenthood than how fast I became desensitized to my children’s feces. Having twins meant dealing with poop about a squijillion times a day. It wasn’t long before I could wipe their butts as cheerily as I could mix their formula or play peek-a-boo. We’d be out at a restaurant when I’d smell one of their tiny dumps, and I’d just shrug it off. I’ll change them when I get home, I figured, and then, while the scent crept in and out of my nostrils, I’d merrily shove another fistful of waffle fries through my yammer.
One day I found a not insignificant smear of poop on my shirt, hours after the last time I’d changed the kids. We’d just come back from a long walk. Oh well. No biggie. People probably thought it was chocolate.
I’m not saying I’m proud of any of this. In…
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