My 20-month-old daughter has a potty mouth lately.
She’s not repeating her father’s naughty words. She’s just talking about her potty, a lot.
We haven’t started toilet training yet. But Eve is obsessed with the two small potties I bought in preparation, one for each bathroom.
She picks them up and carries them around the house. I tripped over one in the kitchen the other day. “My potty,” she says.
She constantly wants to sit on her potty. And, of course, Mommy needs to sit on the big potty, too. So we take off her pants and diaper (lately, she’s started to take them off herself and streak around the house) and she sits on the potty. For about 3 seconds.
“All done,” she declares.
“No,” I say. “You didn’t do anything.” But I don’t force the issue. We put the diaper back on. For about 10 minutes, until she wants to strip again.
I’m getting fed up with all the potty talk, and all the time I’ve had to spend in the bathroom, but I guess I should be glad she’s expressing an interest and seems to understand what it’s all about.
A couple weeks ago, while her dad was getting her bath ready, she squatted down in front of the red chair and went potty on the floor.
I thought only boys needed to work on their aim. 😉