Oh, the joys of potty training. For most mothers it starts with a prayer for a sign that it's time. For my friend J, the sign was heralded by giggles, tremendous, pealing giggles.
She follows the sound to the bathroom.
She listens at the door.
Clearly both boys are in there - two-year old JJ and almost six, Ty. And they are laughing like crazy.
She peeks in.
Big brother Ty is holding a Tupperware container in front of buck naked JJ. They are shaking with laughter while JJ delightedly pees in the container. Among squeals of giggles,Ty pours it out into the potty, then holds it back up for a repeat performance. JJ obliges by peeing in the container again - a master of bladder-control and aim - and then doubles over with laughter. He straightens and they do it again.
My girlfriend J doesn't know whether to be horrified or thrilled. But one thing is clear, it's definitely time for potting training.
Note to self: next time J offers leftovers, bring your own Tupperware.
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