Who would have thought that poo would incite such enthusiastic celebration? As you know from previous posts, Bean is working hard at pooping in the potty. Each poo has been a bit of a struggle, with lots of protest, lots of "I can't do it," lots of "I'm a little scared," lots of "I'm only three." She's quite the reluctant potty-pooer.
Tonight, Bean excused herself from her turkey enchilada and sauntered into the living room to watch some "Little Bear." The rest of the family continued eating.
Suddenly, we heard Bean yell, "Hey! Hey! Everybody! I'm here!" Big Daddy followed her voice to the bathroom. Bean, of her own volition, had gone to the bathroom and pooped on the potty! Big Daddy called the rest of us in. Grampy triumphantly proclaimed, "Let's get a flashlight for a better look!"
We formed a line; Cakes, Grammy, Grampy, Big Daddy, and I all took turns admiring Bean's ... um ... handiwork as she shone the flashlight into the toilet bowl, beaming proudly. Then, we stood around cheering while she flushed.
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