A few gems from the Pickle
“Momma, I have to go potty.”
“Okay, let’s go.”
“Well, first you need to change me, because it’s too late.”
Later, on lunch:
“Lellow cheese makes me angry. I only like white cheese. So if you give me cheese, it better be WHITE.” (White there was said with a yell and a growl)
It was highly unusual that the Gremlin potty trained himself by the age of two – it also meant that the parents of the Pickle did not have to work at any type of potty training. And now the Pickle (who calls himself ‘Pippy’) has entered into a battle of wills against us – dead set on NOT using the toilet for as long as he can.
The unfortunate part of this equation is that he’s intelligent enough to understand us, and able to be potty trained if he wanted to be. We know this because we were talking to him one day and the Mother of the Pickle said,
“You know, if you were so smart you’d be potty trained by now.” The Pickle gave her a look and stomped off. We didn’t think much of it until about half an hour later when the Pickle wailed out.
“MOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” We ran in expecting to see an overflowing commode or something of the sort, but found the Pickle on the toilet, on his booster toilet seat. He looked at us and said,
“See? Pippy SMART!”
He hasn’t used the toilet since.