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A rather urgent poo
By bigpumpkin | July 22, 2008
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Clinging onto her prettiest floral dress today, Tee ran to the bathroom shouting, “Mommy!!! Quick!!! I need to poo!!! Bwing me some water!!!” Sigh…..such grace.
I was in the midst of washing the dishes so I shouted out to her to go ahead first and I’d be right along.
She soon ran back to the kitchen, still clinging onto her dress and stamping her feet, “Quick!!! It’s coming out!!! Bwing the water!!!” with eyes bulging out as though they were sirens.
Gosh, I hate being rushed. So again I urged her to go ahead first and asked why the hell she needed water when she had literally just finished a whole cup of milk.
“Huwwy, Mom!! It’s going to come out! I need water to make sure it’s SOFT!!!” and she ran off to the toilet.
Rushing behind her with a cup of water, I started scolding her that she should have at least gone and removed her panties first, rather than run back and forth in rushing me!
So plonk! I put her on the toilet bowl and she drank the entire cup in one breath. I waited. She waited. I waited. She waited. I waited. We waited……………………………………………………………………………..and waited…………………………and waited……………………………………………………………………………………………………….and waited.
And waited.
Then she said rather matter of factly, “A stowy would help.”
Tell me honestly now, how many of you have become toilet story tellers to your almost four year old? I seriously don’t remember having such demanding poop sessions in my entire childhood life.
I conjured up a quick story about Tito the Turtle in my head who had a lot of friends in the ocean comprising the fishes, an octopus, a squid, some sea horses and other turtles. Then Tito had a special friend, to which Tee interrupted and said Tito’s special friend was called Flowert. Huh? Hang on! Who’s telling the story here? So Tito liked Flowert a lot and they did everything together everyday and before I knew it, Tee was blurbing out the story herself from her little imaginative head.
And I was still waiting for that darn poop to expel.
“When is it coming out?” I asked, to which she replied rather annoyed for me to CONTINUE THE STOWY!
These four year olds are fickled, aren’t they? I thought she had taken over with the story telling. Geez!
When the story finally ended with Tito and Flowet having a double wedding where they finally met Tee, who became their owner, the royal poop finally descended. And it wasn’t soft.
“Are you done?”
“No. Tell me another stowy.”
“No! Hurry up and ask you poop to come out faster!”
“Just one more stowy!”
“No. I’m not well. You tell me a story.”
Ten centuries later……
“OK. I’m done.”
Finally.
When she got off the potty, there was a red ring around her bum that looked so funny. I was initially worried when I saw it wondering what it was but when I realised what it was, we burst into hysterics with her admiring her red ring on her naked bum against the mirror. So proud of it she was. I sure wish she has better things to be proud of in due course. Then she noticed that I had polka dot grooves on MY bum and started pointing and laughing at me.
Thank you, IKEA. I shall spare you readers, the details.
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5 Responses to “A rather urgent poo”
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July 23rd, 2008 at 1:00 am
why are you showing her your bum when she is the one pooping??!! hehe. bad habit tho. she may be tempted to sit too long in the toilet. will that cause haemorrhoids in the long run??
July 23rd, 2008 at 4:42 am
*raises hand* I tell stories while the royal princess poops. Matter of fact, I’ve became the magazine holder servant ‘cos her highness refuses to turn the pages. *sigh*
July 23rd, 2008 at 5:17 am
LOL! That’s why I put storybooks in both my boys’ bathroom.
July 23rd, 2008 at 5:14 pm
LOL! Luckily for me, my 4 year old son will shoo me away.. He’ll only need me for the washing up part! Other than that, he’ll say “GET OUT MOMMY!! Don’t watch meeee!!!” Oredi big boy.. know how to be shyyy!!
July 23rd, 2008 at 7:05 pm
Ha! You have the funniest experiences and yes darn those foot stools from IKEA. I have a few sitting around here. I’m sure they leave circles on my behind too when I am sitting on them singing to Alyssa while she is on the potty.
My son on the other hand is so very private, just like his daddy and that is fine with me because you have never in your life smelled anything so foul as to when my son goes poo. He not only needs to take off all his clothing but he needs to close the door and no one can be in the bathroom.