Our son first asked to go to the potty when he was just shy of his 2nd birthday. We were brushing our shoulders off like pimps in this parenting game.
A year and a half later, we're feeling more like naive has-beens. If your kid is completely potty trained, congratulations and I secretly hate you. If not, grab some wine glasses, and I'll get the bottle. Let's talk.
Here are a few pointers to help along the way:
|Knowing that the bathroom is where you go to poop is a critical 1st step. The 2nd step is nailing where to poop in the bathroom.|
|Going to the bathroom with every single person every single time is the only way to watch and learn the technique.|
|Being naked all day means that they'll always go to the actual potty, and never in the floor, or on the rug, or the couch, or clean, folded clothes.|
|Unsure of what size underwear your kid will need and don't want to drop their pants in the store to test the sizes? Just use their head! If it fits their unproportionately gigantic heads, it'll definitely fit their thunderous bums.|
|Or just let the dog show them how it's done.|
|Buy lots of extra disposable diapers/pull-ups. Lots. Because no parent should feel bad for giving up and deciding their child can shit their pants forever. F the planet, too.|
|And always remember that protection is the key to prevention.|
Happy potty training, my friends.