Thor and I were playing on the floor last night when Thor popped up and yelled, "Hurry Mommy, Bathroom!" and tore off. I thought he wanted a Kleenex so when he went past the first bathroom and started up the stairs I asked if he had to potty. "Potty Mommy, Hurry Hurry!" He ran down the hall and started trying to get his pants off. I caught up with him and got the shoes and pants and diaper off and he collapsed onto the potty seat and went. He sat there for a while and I asked if he would like to look at the potty book. He said yes and I got it for him, hoping he would poop. He probably would have but Scooter went walking by and distracted him and he had to go check out Scooter, but he wouldn't let me put his pants back on, "more potty later."
The kid could cure cancer and I doubt I would be any prouder.
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