It's her potty

She'll get off when she wants to.



Sarah came home from shopping this past weekend thinking she'd found a smart buy: A baby potty that doubles as a toddler step-stool.

Think again.

We set the contraption up in the bathroom. This product is so much better than what we used in our early bathroom days. It has a removable, reversible, rubber ring. One side is designed for boys, the other for girls.

We quickly walked Claire over to it, lifted the lid and suggested she sit on her potty. She did, with only a little repositioning on the part of her parents. She said "Bop," and "Poo."("Diaper" and "Poop.") We cheered as if she'd just completed a triple axle. She sat. And she sat. And sat. And squirmed in her seat. And sat some more. She mostly wouldn't get off. Not for five minutes, at least. I guess she figured she hadn't gotten attention like that from her parents in quite some time.

Then, an idea struck Claire and reality struck us. Claire got up off the seat, turned around, put down the lid and picked the entire potty up, removable ring and all, and moved it beneath the sink. Then, she promptly enlisted her potty's alter-ego, the step stool, and tried to lift herself atop it. She looked like a rock climber as her fingertips turned as white as the sink she gripped while trying to hoist herself up on the stool. She peeked over the edge of the sink and began reaching for the soap.

Now, that's pretty much how she uses her potty, as a stool to stand on, not as something to sit on, Climber Claire, teetering precariously between the sink and the hard floor below, a split-second from a shiner and a chipped tooth. Sarah now regrets the purchase. And no, Claire hasn't pottied in it. We'll definitely let you know when that happens.