This afternoon, I took my darling little boy to see a movie. Just me and he. Toy Story 3. (of course). It was SUPER fun to have a little bonding with him and I think he appreciated the extra, special mommy-is-all-Ronan's, undiluted attention. I do wish I had the time to spend more one on one time with both of my babies. (cue the guilt).
Well, humorously, (of course, this is me, after all), Ro had to go potty THREE times during our short 2 hours in the movie theater. (one trip for each Toy Story movie?) So, being the daughter of a former Scoutmaster, I had my trusty Little Potty stowed in my tote bag. (Yes, I'm packing a potty). So, tragic flaw of this little potty... boy bits hit the front, causing stream of pee to shoot upwards and out over the edge and onto the floor. This happened all three times. First time, thought it was a fluke. Second time, "is there a freaking crack in this thing?!" and third time, well, I just wadded up some TP and absorbed the mess. What else can I do? What other portable potty will fit in my tote bag? And you know, after wiping that thing down each time (with my trust little cleaning wipes, of course, not just TP), I just shoved it back in my bag. Nestled up against my phone, wallet and sunnies. Who have I become? I'm a woman who carries a toilet around with her, that's who.
We enjoyed the show.
1 comment:
I loved toy story 3 as well!! As for the potty, I taught my boy how to point his dooober down into the toilet... even the little one. Maybe it will work. LOVE that you are carrying it in your purse! Too funny!
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