My niece has no problem peeing on the toilet, but is absolutely terrified of pooping into it for some reason.
That can be used as an intermediate step, but if the kid is using that, they're not potty trained. "Potty trained" means that when you're out shopping with the kid and they have to go, you don't need any special equipment, or they can use the bathroom at the day care all by themselves. That, and if you're driving, they can hold it for a few minutes until you get to the nasty gas station bathroom . . . but, then you have to help them hover and they pee all over your shoe anyway.
What. The fuck. Has happened. To the drunk thread. Potty training? Jesus christ. It's not enough that I have to hear this from every woman my age who is tenderly coaxing Jaxxon or Oliviannabelle through this blessed milestone, now I have to read it in my perusals of the one safe haven left which doesn't involve goddamned children? Christ. Almighty.
Reminds me of hockey one night this year. At least half the guys on our team our now dads and most of them of toddlers or younger. Somehow we got on the topic of diapers or something like that. Our old school goaltender "what the fuck is going on here, talking about diapers in the locker room. Next you are going to start talking about Tupperware or something." Then I pipe up "well actually i was looking at the price of the pyrex lids because they crack after a while and i found that the lids are just as expensive as the whole set." He just shakes his head everyone laughed then we go back to talking about what ever.
Talking about kids shitting themselves sure makes me want to drink until I can't remember reading about that shit. I'm nearing 40 and have never changed a diaper. Just thought of it gives me the heebie-jeebies. Fucking GROSS
You haven't lived until you go to change a kid, start taking there cloths off and get a big handle full of poop.
All I can think is "bloody nipple discharge....bloody nipple discharge..." Chant it with me. Oh, is that stuck in your head now? I read the phrase last week in some cancer records and that phrase has been playing in my head like a song ever since. Bloody nipple discharge.... I'll drink to that shit. Just bought a winter beer sampler pack, too.