Three Year Old Potty Humor

In January, just before I started this blog, I shared my experience regarding the Bug and her "sense of humor" with a friend who has a toddler. I felt compelled to share my "pearls of wisdom" so she could prepare for the upcoming years. Yesterday, I was sharing my story with another friend whose child had just turned 3. She insisted that I share my story with others. Therefore, for all of you who have children age 3 and younger, please know, you are not alone...

1/14/08:

After this past weekend, I felt compelled to pass along what I have now discovered about my child and three year olds in general. When the bug was about a year old, my friend H, who has a son approximately 2 years older than the bug, kept telling me “just wait till she turns three, that’s when the fun really begins.” The first couple of years have been so wonderful that I thought H was just making assumptions that my daughter would display many of the same behaviors as her son. I kept thinking “the bug is NOTHING, like J. The bug is a calm, quiet, polite child who entertains herself, loves to be read to, and makes vegetable soup out of plastic fruit. J is a child who is text book ADHD and thinks nothing of trying to scale a bring wall or hang from the twig of a small tree. Our children were sooooo different. Ohhhh, how wrong I was. I now understand what H was saying. You may have heard this all before…but what I am about to tell you is both shocking and risqué……Welcome to three year old potty humor.

Approximately one month ago the bug became obsessed with the words underwear, panties, tooter, and all bodily functions. Currently her two favorite songs are Puff the Magic Dragon and Joy to the World. Except, she has now felt the need to change the words…here is an example of what I got to listen to in my car and at home ALL WEEKEND.

“Puff the magic tooter, lived by the panties, and frolicked in the autumn toots in a land called underwear.”

“Jeremiah was an underwear, was a good friend of toots, I never understood a single panties, but we always had a mighty fine underwear. Singing, Joy to the Underwear, all you boys and girls, joy to the panties and the deep blue toots, joy to you and underwear.”

And let’s now forget…

“We will, we will, plop it. We will flush the toilet, hope that you enjoy it.”

Nice Huh? Oh…but it gets better.

Last week the bug brought a note home saying that she is now calling some of her friends “Poo Poo baby diaper head.” She informed her teacher that Girls toot on the potty, and boys toot all over the house. She likes to call my sister on the phone and tell her that she is “a stinky tooter.” (I personally believe, my sister’s husband put her up to that one.)

I have been assured by H. that this does pass; however, I just hope she doesn’t decide to break into potty humor while we are at church. Pray for us.