A Sad Day in Potty Training...

And I blame the parents...

Monkey Face the miraculous, potty-trained HERSELF some 6 weeks ago. She noticed that Mom didn't care much for the activity and that both Sisters 1 and 2, being "Big Girls" seemed to accomplish the task with ease. She set about a campaign to convince her mother that not only was she fully CAPABLE of going to the restroom at the proper time, she was willing to face the death-defying task of wiping herself if no-one was around. This task made even MORE dangerous due to her dimunuative stature and slight build and the large, child-swallowing size of the commode put in by the builders of her home. All these things were WORTH the danger, if only her mother would bestow upon her the trophy of pony panties.

There were only a few hiccoughs in her crusade. There was the Hiney-Dipping incident that really tested her metal and convictions. There was the unfortunate "Toll Paper" incident...where she discovered that if you just KEEP rolling, all said "Toll Paper" will completely unravel...and if by CHANCE...it was a new roll...the paper will completely fill the waste basket and you will be forced to call on mom to help you extricate the proper portion with which to wipe.

And then there was last night's incident. She had somehow ducked mother's eagle eye and managed to go to bed in said "pony panties". Also, she had managed to escape the mandatory evening potty duty prior to retiring for the night. This, due to the he thought/she thought nature of the parent's supervision of the bedtime chores...he thought mom had done it/she thought dad had done it, Monkey Face found it easy to sneak through the communication cracks.

And sadly, Monkey Face awoke in a pool of...well...you know.

Hopefully she will take it in stride as just another lesson in the long road to potty freedom and the pursuit of pony panies.

See ya around...