For those of you who haven’t heard, I have been having a few potty training issues with my dearest little Monkey! Last week we tried writing (and sending) letters to Santa Claus, stating that she would promise to go on her potty/toilet between now and Christmas, so that she would deserve the lovely presents she has asked for.
Well the outcome is… Santa and his helpers seem to have worked! So far this week we have only had a couple of very minor mishaps, opposed to the five major disasters (a day) last week.
This morning she had my mum and me in stitches. The girls had both been sat quite happily in the kitchen colouring for an hour. It’s nice when they play together and we were making the most of it with a well deserved cupa, when monkey shouted “mummy come and look, Santa’s going to be really pleased with this one!”
Expecting to find a beautifully coloured picture we dutifully trotted off into the kitchen. Instead what actually greeted us was Monkey stood with her hands on her hips, her potty full of poop and a rather proud look on her face.
It is a very satisfying moment as a mother when you realise your lying has paid off. Surely I cannot be blamed for telling a lie that every other parent in the world has told at some point or other. Of course I’m old enough to know that Father Christmas is a fictional character!… But boy whoever thought that one up was a bloomin genius!