As y’all know, Vivienne is newly potty trained. Which also means. she is occasionally prone to potty mishaps.
And, during this phase called potty training, we are in to all kinds of
bribes encouragement at our house. Whatever it takes, if it costs less than $1, we are in.
Vivi was exceedingly successful with the initial stages, when the praises were endless and the M&M’s flowed freely. But now? She’s not completely convinced. So she’s called our bluff and we’ve had to up the ante. Any deposits (of the non-liquid kind, ifyouknowwhatImsayin) made in said potty? Result in a big pay off.
The Kit Kat.
Vivienne’s absolute favorite.
So, when we were at the grocery store the other day, and she was wiggling in her seat, I gently reminded her:
“Kiiitt Kaaatt, Viviennnnne…”
She was on it like a dog on a pot roast. We headed for the ladies’ room.
And then, after a successful potty visit – and a thorough hand washing of course – Vivienne was ready to call her daddy to share the good news.
I dialed and as soon as he picked up, I put the phone up to her ear so she could be the bearer of her very good news.
*I’m assuming Daddy is responding*
“I poo poo, Daddy! I poo poo in the potty!”
*I’m assuming daddy is celebrating*
I then encourage Vivi to wrap it up, so she ends with, “I wuv oo, Daddy!”
I take the phone back and before I barely get a word out, Chris says, “Hey babe?”
“Hey! Did you hear Vivi’s news?” I reply, cluelessly.
“Yeah, we’re in the middle of a meeting…
and you’re on speaker phone.”
Ummm, yeah. I knew that.
P.S. Working on part 3. Seriously, y’all, this ain’t easy. This has been a really really tough road and evidently I’m still healing, because the words are just not coming. But I am working on it. And I promise, I’m gonna share it. Just didn’t want y’all to think I was purposefully holding out on ya. Cuz I’m not 🙂