I apologize in the delay of follow-up posts…here I go, start a new blog and then take a week’s vacation/conference. Nice, right? Just goes to prove that I’m the right woman for this job. Definitely a MOTY. While gone, I missed my son’s 6th birthday, and my 3-year-old’s first day of preschool – again, that has MOTY written all over it, right?

Oh well, this too shall pass.

Here’s my gem of the day to share with you:

So, I’m in the process of working hard with my 3-year-old son on potty training. There are some extenuating circumstances as to why he isn’t trained yet, but it mostly revolves around my laziness.

Perhaps he’s getting back at me for the multiple years of horrific Christmas humiliation.

The other night, while changing a poopy diaper after just asking him about needing to go less than 30-seconds prior, I came a little unglued. I didn’t do anything drastic or dangerous, I just let my sarcasm and my mouth get the better of me. I told him that if he pooped his pants, he’d become a girl. That apparently didn’t sit well with him, because he started crying…well, like a girl.

Don’t worry, I’m sure I didn’t do any permanent damage. And I’m pretty certain that he was going to need therapy anyway. I mean, we are his parents and all. I figured he’d forget about it in a day or two.

I was wrong.

A few days later, he asked if I was a girl. I replied, “Yes, of course I am.” He came back with, “So, you pooped your pants, too?”

Guess that apple didn’t fall too far, did it?