Generally we've been lucky with the way potty training has gone for our children.
When we adopted our son he was already used to using the loo, both during the day and, to our amazement and delight, during the night.
Our daughter was of course much younger when she joined our family. Even so, the tranition from nappies to pull ups to using the toilet normally went very well.
With the exception of bottom wiping.
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Oh God. I'm not funny today.
I've tried to be funny. Really. I have. I'm just not.
I've sat in front of the screen for exactly three hours. Nothing. Humour free zone!
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Table laid, all goes quiet. This isn't necessarily a good thing, it generally means they are up to something. For example, I once went out to find Grumpy Deaf Grandad (GDG) instructing our son in how to best to dispatch a rabbit with a spade!
This time, GDG and five year old son are playing 'Titanic'. Indeed, they are re-enacting the final scene where Jack disappears beneath the waves. Five year old is Leonardo, GDG is Kate. At this moment it feels that my life can get no more bizarre!
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Whilst on holiday last week one of the few English language channels available in our Spanish hotel showed incessant episodes of ‘Power Rangers’.
Watching it with our 7-year-old son brought back both positive and negative memories.
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When I picked up 7yo from school this afternoon he seemed a little downcast.
”How was it?” I asked, knowing how he had been preparing his Valentines gifts for the current object of his attention.
”Rubbish! Girl Y hated card” Oh dear. However, I was a little confused: ”I thought you were giving card to Girl X”
7yo:”I changed my mind, I crossed out Girl X's name and wrote in Girl Y's” OK, that didn't sound good!
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