We had a playdate here this morning. Just me and a bunch of moms and their toddlers. For those of you wondering, that means six two-year-olds running around the Land of Bean. All of whom are in various stages of potty training.
Is it any wonder then that the most popular spot in the house was the bathroom. While one kid sat on the toilet, up to three others circled him, like a venue of vultures**, peering between his legs and, in my daughter's case, stripping down to nothing, in preparation for her turn.
There was hand clapping and cries of GOOD JOB! There was roll upon roll of toilet paper unraveling. There were, and I don't think I'm exaggerating here, HUNDREDS of toilet flushings.
I'm not sure how many #1's actually took place. And I'm certain there were no #2's. But let me tell you. If we could package that enthusiasm, we'd have those kids potty trained overnight.
* Sing this to Booty Time from the classic film The Adventures of Ford Fairlane starring the obscene but strangely appealing Andrew "Dice" Clay. The song starts at 55 seconds.
**I had to look this up. Thus ends your vocabulary lesson for the day.