I’ve been trying to determine the worst part of potty training and I am torn.

Before ever beginning potty training, I would’ve predicted it was having a child that was completely un-potty trained. It’s hard to imagine anything worse than a baby diaper blowout.

There’s the soak-through overnight diapers.

The, “Oh, crap, it’s crap and the wipes have dried out” moment.

Or, “I am driving and the foul odor of rancid diarrhea is wafting through my car but I am not in any kind of position to stop driving and even if I do, where in God’s name am I going to change the child?”

That was all pre-potty training though.

Now, I am an expert and I have narrowed down the disgusting reality of infant excretions to two top contenders:

The Partial Poo and The Surprise Plop.

My son is ready to be rocking undies solo any day now, but he still has too many accidents to confidently leave the house sans diapers.

The Surprise Plop: When Huck tells me, “I gotta go poo poo” and I get excited and start encouraging him, rushing him along to the toilet. I pull off his undies and surprise! Plop. Onto the floor drops the nug he already squeezed out.

The Partial Poo: When Huck tells me, “I gotta go poo poo” and I get all excited until I realize his face is already red, eyes watering because he has since started to push it out.

This means I will attempt to get him to finish on the pot and end up using toilet paper to try and wipe off the poop that has already squished all over his little, white tush.

That never works, so he will have to hobble awkwardly back to the bedroom where I can snag the wipes and effectively give him what all parents know as the “wipes bath.”

Not to mention that while we’re doing all of this “training” we’re also cramming both kids full of chocolate as bribes.

So, it’s like poop and chocolate, poop and chocolate. It’s enough to make you turn lent into a yearlong event to give up sweets.

The best part about potty training? We’re not there yet.

I still despise that every time my daughter has to go to the bathroom we have to be involved in the wiping process. Lord knows if we didn’t get the job done, she sure as hell wouldn’t.

So, the best part of potty training? Probably comes at around the same time they get their driver’s licenses.

By then, there will be a whole host of new complaints about a lack of cleanliness.

Posted by ScreamerDreamer in Children and sugar, Family, Family humor, Family life, Funny family, Motherhood, Parenting, Toddlers, Working mom Tags: chocolate, poop, potty training