Okay, so Jack had been doing pretty well with going to the bathroom, after stubbornly resisting potty training for the first four years of his life — he COULD do it, he just didn’t WANT to. But he knew how to go to the bathroom, pee in the toilet, and was even doing well with the pooping. These are the things you hope for as you change your zillionth diaper and wonder why this person who is almost too heavy to carry hasn’t figured it out yet.
Well, Katherine got a surprise today. She came into the den to find Jack peeing into a toy bucket.
Her first, immediate course of action? She left the room to stop from laughing. Good move.
Upon returning, she put on her sternest face and asked Jack why he did that. Jack, unmoved, explained that “it was a peeing emergency.”
(Hmmm. Too late to leave the room again, better just stifle it and keep looking stern. Stern face! Stern!)
Apparently he really was enjoying the TV show he was watching, and he didn’t want to miss it so he came up with this as a way to avoid having to leave the den to go to the bathroom. As friends later pointed out, it’s a good thing this wasn’t going in her coffee cup, or his pants, or somewhere on the floor. Other friends reminded me that, in my fraternity days, I’ve certainly seen similar peeing emergencies. (Indeed I have… often in the back of a chartered bus while headed to a retreat weekend, where unusually large supplies of “Coke” were present in the back.)
We taught Jack how to use the pause button on the DVR. Katherine and I reiterated that peeing into the bucket was not to be repeated.
At least he didn’t spill any of it. We wondered, though, how many times he may have done this before, since he also said, “No mommy, when I have to pee in the den, that’s what I do!”
We didn’t need to wonder much longer. A few days later, Katherine noticed our plastic storage stepstool was in the den. Normally it stayed in the bathroom and we kept bathtub toys in it. She saw it by the wall and went to move it back upstairs. It said, “Slosh.” She said, “Oh no.” She prayed that it was water in there.
Nope, not water. You guessed it. It was FULL OF PEE.
Apparently, Jack was emptying his bucket o’ pee into this bin, then putting the lid back on. Again, quite inventive and practical, and it prevented us from smelling it what with the lid on at all. But this thing was ALMOST FULL. AHHHHHHHH!
Katherine cornered Jack after his nap.
What’s this? Did you do this?
Jack, this is PEE in here. Did you put this in here?
All said, this is possibly the funniest Jack story we’ve had in his 4 years, and I’m sure no high school girlfriends will ever hear about it, nosirree. File this one next to the naked baby tubby pictures.