Adventures with potty training
Scary adventure:
While letting Michael pee in the car (on his potty) before heading home, I suddenly heard loud swearing. A man and woman strode past my car followed by store manager. The store manager stopped when he got to me and stated that he was chasing shop lifters. I offered to call police but was assured they were already contacted. He was just trying to get their license number. The man and woman ran off down the road and the manager started to walk back in the store. Michael insisted he wasn't done yet, so I let him continue sitting on the potty. Unfortunately, within a few minutes, the man and woman came back and came right to my open door still cussing. They seemed to be threatening and I was afraid they might hurt us. I stepped out to the parking lot and started yelling for the manager to come back and then realized I'd left my kids IN THE CAR with the door OPEN. The manager came running back. The dude and woman jumped into the car next to my open door and tore off with the manager following taking pictures. And it started to rain....After giving my number to manager as a witness I took off. Glad kids are OK. Anyhow, I finally feel at home in Chattanooga. Stuff like this happened to me several times in Sacramento and I sort of got used to it (either it says something about Sacramento or something about the stores I like to shop at...)
Funny adventure:
Today at swimming lessons I let Michael play at the YMCA childcare while I took Amy to swim lessons. I warned them that he's potty training and to watch for accidents. After the lessons finished, I hurried over to pick up Michael. He was in original clothes! No accidents. I was so excited I could have screamed. As we left the YMCA, Amy and Michael asked if they could play in the outdoor YMCA playground. It's been raining so much, they've not had a lot of outdoor time so I let them play for a few minutes. I noticed Michael starting to squirm a little on one of the bouncy toys. He nodded yes when I asked if he needed to pee. I pulled down his pants and attempted to aim his penis into the surrounding grass. Unfortunately, mommy didn't pull the pants down far enough. The stream came up and over his briefs but thoroughly soaked the back of his pants. Oops. Our park adventure came to a premature halt as we headed back to the car to change clothes. All the way, I tried to make sure he understood that it was MOMMY'S fault that his pants were wet. We made it to the car and I'd JUST gotten his wet stuff off when Amy announced she had to pee and she needed to pee NOW. I told her to HOLD her pee while I finished dressing Michael.
"No Mommy!" I can't hold it...oh, oh, I've already gone pee-pee! Now you have to change me too," she announced happily.
"Oh no," I groaned. "I don't have any of your panties."
"That's OK, Mommy." She stated cheerfully. I LOVE trains so I can wear Michael's train panties!
So that's what we did. We trooped back into the YMCA so Amy could finish going potty and wash her hands. I changed her into Michael's train briefs (I have a stash in the car), and she proudly marched out wearing them under her dress.
Guess I didn't realize that this potty training business would involve my usually accident free 4 y/o, too.
While letting Michael pee in the car (on his potty) before heading home, I suddenly heard loud swearing. A man and woman strode past my car followed by store manager. The store manager stopped when he got to me and stated that he was chasing shop lifters. I offered to call police but was assured they were already contacted. He was just trying to get their license number. The man and woman ran off down the road and the manager started to walk back in the store. Michael insisted he wasn't done yet, so I let him continue sitting on the potty. Unfortunately, within a few minutes, the man and woman came back and came right to my open door still cussing. They seemed to be threatening and I was afraid they might hurt us. I stepped out to the parking lot and started yelling for the manager to come back and then realized I'd left my kids IN THE CAR with the door OPEN. The manager came running back. The dude and woman jumped into the car next to my open door and tore off with the manager following taking pictures. And it started to rain....After giving my number to manager as a witness I took off. Glad kids are OK. Anyhow, I finally feel at home in Chattanooga. Stuff like this happened to me several times in Sacramento and I sort of got used to it (either it says something about Sacramento or something about the stores I like to shop at...)
Funny adventure:
Today at swimming lessons I let Michael play at the YMCA childcare while I took Amy to swim lessons. I warned them that he's potty training and to watch for accidents. After the lessons finished, I hurried over to pick up Michael. He was in original clothes! No accidents. I was so excited I could have screamed. As we left the YMCA, Amy and Michael asked if they could play in the outdoor YMCA playground. It's been raining so much, they've not had a lot of outdoor time so I let them play for a few minutes. I noticed Michael starting to squirm a little on one of the bouncy toys. He nodded yes when I asked if he needed to pee. I pulled down his pants and attempted to aim his penis into the surrounding grass. Unfortunately, mommy didn't pull the pants down far enough. The stream came up and over his briefs but thoroughly soaked the back of his pants. Oops. Our park adventure came to a premature halt as we headed back to the car to change clothes. All the way, I tried to make sure he understood that it was MOMMY'S fault that his pants were wet. We made it to the car and I'd JUST gotten his wet stuff off when Amy announced she had to pee and she needed to pee NOW. I told her to HOLD her pee while I finished dressing Michael.
"No Mommy!" I can't hold it...oh, oh, I've already gone pee-pee! Now you have to change me too," she announced happily.
"Oh no," I groaned. "I don't have any of your panties."
"That's OK, Mommy." She stated cheerfully. I LOVE trains so I can wear Michael's train panties!
So that's what we did. We trooped back into the YMCA so Amy could finish going potty and wash her hands. I changed her into Michael's train briefs (I have a stash in the car), and she proudly marched out wearing them under her dress.
Guess I didn't realize that this potty training business would involve my usually accident free 4 y/o, too.
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