If you follow our shenanigans on , you’ll know that Piggle is currently working on potty training. So far, he’s been amazing! His only accidents occur when he’s wearing bottoms of some kind. Naked-from-the-waist-down Piggle pees and poops in the potty every time—except that one time he thought he was hilarious and peed on my leg, but that was more defiance and douchebaggery. Nothing accidental about that.
We haven’t yet ventured away from home sans-diaper because, as I said, if his bits are even slightly covered, he’ll wet himself. There has been the odd occasion when he’s soaked himself in a puddle or exploded so fiercely out of a diaper that we’ve stripped him right down to his birthday suit, and on such occasions, he’s asked to do his business like a big boy. The problem with those few times was our current location in relation to a toilet’s.
I have always been jealous of boys. They can whip their junk out anywhere the urge arises, and I’m stuck awkwardly squatting against the first solid thing I can find, and usually end up covered in my own piss. I’ve also always wanted to write my name in the snow, but that’s completely unrelated.
Anyway, the point is, we’ve run into a few sticky situations involving a full toddler bladder and no facilities anywhere nearby. I am no marathon runner, being probably the laziest person on earth, and there was no way I was risking being peed on as I hunted for a toilet, so the only solution that made sense at those times was to let him relieve himself right where we were.
Once, we were stuck in a 6708 mile car line-up due to road construction, so I hauled him to the side of the road and let him soak the gravel. Another incident involved a helpless tree at a park, and the third, a closed-for-the-night Subway, its parking lot, and the left rear tire of my car.
Now, I’m sure if anyone had witnessed any of these scenarios, they’d have had all kinds of opinions—none of which I’d have given a rat’s ass about (but that’s just my personality). I’m not one to care about how others perceive me, and frankly, if my kid’s gotta go, he’s gotta go. Of course, I would never just let him pee on a store display or on a restaurant chair leg, but I’m definitely not above letting him whip it out in a public setting.
With that said, I came across this article, written for the Babycenter blog:
While I think her choice of toilet was a bit impulsive and slightly inappropriate, I can empathize. We’ve only just started our potty training adventure, and I doubt my car tire and a tree will be the only casualties. I probably would have aimed (or at least had Piggle do so) in a more discreet direction, but I can’t judge her for her decision. I’ve definitely panicked when Piggle’s told me he’s gotta go, so I can’t say I wouldn’t have done the same in the heat of the moment.
What do you think? Was she wrong to do What she did? Have you done something similar with your own child?
Awww. Piggle is so adorable. Glad that he’s showing improvement in his potty training