to the dump, to the dump, to the dump, dump, dump!
As Finn will turn three in about six weeks, we are fast pursuing the poop goes in the potty concept. Finn likes to sing the song - while he poops in his diaper. For months now we’ve been talking about using the potty, but so far no porcelain goddess has been graced by the sweet little heinie of Finnian.
Recently we were discussing the issue and I asked Finn why he wasn’t ready to use the potty. After all, Dora uses a potty; Diego uses a potty; Hannah Montana uses a potty! He replied with the most patient, reserved-for-complete-morons look:
“Mommy, I love to sit in poop!”
How do you argue with that one?
As we got out of the car, Finn said he had to use the potty.
Nathan and I looked at each other and for a split second we considered that this might be the turning point. Then we both got distracted by a really cool leather sectional and the moment passed.
Three minutes later the stench in the air made it clear we had made a mistake.
Finn came this close to taking his first big boy dump at The Dump while buying furniture for our dump.