So when you hear art project your mind wanders to a happy mom helping the happy child making a paper plate mask. Well this is true if you're the brady flippin bunch, but if you're like me art project is a term you use to describe your little mutant's evil behavior.
Recently my 3 year old has been using the toilet like a pro. When I noticed this change I was so happy. My brain was buzzing with thoughts of less diaper changes, one down one to go. I was in eternal bliss, but last night shot a huge hole in my soda can. While cooking dinner, my 3 year old was off in a corner coloring. As dinner progressed I notice a smell that wasn't coming from the stove. Putting the stove on simmer I made my rounds. Two year old...clean. Three year old...three year old? I walked over to his coloring book when the smell pimped slap me. The poor coloring book had not only been abandoned, but turn into a poo filled art project that Andy Warhol would run from. So I did what any poo hating mother would do...I sparyed it with Lysol and tried to exorcise the damn thing. Once I took care of the demonic coloring book I went upstairs to find its summoner. I was getting ready to yell, but what I saw next broke my bitchness in two.
In the bathroom was a very upset toddler, a wet rag, and a tower of soiled clothes. He had been hiding his potty troubles so he wouldn't have to go back to baby pants. Before he could hide the evidence again I scooped him up and explained to him that accidents happen. That instead of hiding them he should let me know as soon as they happen so we can work on the problem. I then filled the tub with water and showed him how to help mommy clean the uh-ohs.
Even though I was pissed at the extra work this caused me, I didn't let him see it. The point is to make him want to tell me, not continue to hide the mess. Plus I know the feeling, when I had preggo uh-ohs there were times I didn't want anyone to know. I think I deserve 2 buckets of caffiene...one for the POO art...and one for being good.
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