Monday, July 25, 2011

Potty Training Poetry

There was a red trike at the store
Miss J wanted to ride out the door.
So we said it was hers,
if she only would first,
Wear underwear forevermore.

Eight hours in no problems yet,
Minnie mouse underwear was a pretty good bet.

One day, no poop yet.
Are those pebbles on the floor?
Poop. Poop. Poop. Darn-it.

To be or not to be potty trained, that is the question.
For whether tis nobler in a day
to suffer the stinks and harrow-ing smells of outrageous diapers,
Or take a stand against late night drinks
And by opposing end them? To cry, to sleep.
No more. and by a sleep to say we end
the cleaning, and the thousand "nature calls"
that toddlers are heir to. 'tis a fantasy
devoutly to be wished. She cries, no sleep.

Today no misses,
My heart flutters with the thought.
Now, just don't jinx it.

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