August 1, 2011
Yesterday, she pooped in three different spots on the bathroom floor. I was in the shower and witnessed all three. I could tell the first one was coming. When it did, I went dripping over to the poo to wipe it up and asked her to get in the shower with me. Well, she wasn't having that. So, I went back in. Then she squatted again a foot away and I see another turdlet. Dammit. I got out again and wiped up the turd, throwing it in the toilet. I ran back into the shower too soon, obviously. She copped a squat on the bath rug and another two turds creeped out. Oh man, not the rug! She stood up and took a step back, resulting in a poo foot. I finally picked her up and plopped her on the shower floor, watching the poo wash down the drain. Eeeww.
Today we were in the UPS store. I was at the counter and Sof was playing with a stuffed puppy they had laying around. She creeped behind a stand-up sign and nearly sat down. “Whatcha doin’?” I asked her.
“Poo poo?” She says as if she’s asking. I didn’t turn around to see how many eyes we had on us, I just responded matter of fact-like, “Okay”. Good to know. And she did.
The hiding poo trick is classic! They understand they should go somewhere else to do it, but they don't always, er um seldom, pick the right spot!
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