No Thongs in This House

The potty training thing is at the forefront in our house. There is a lot of talk of pee, poop, flushing, cleaning our butts, washing our hands and eating blue M&M’s {the reward of choice.}

This morning we’ve had two successes and it’s only 9:30 a.m. The Big One has peed and pooped in the potty. She has only pooped on the potty one other time so, yes this is monumental!

We are on our second pair of panties already. But it’s not because of an accident. But rather because her potty was still a bit damp after the pee clean-up, when the Big One picked up the potty with the same hand that was clutching her favorite blue Dora panties. As a result, the panties got wet.

So she and I headed upstairs to choose another pair of panties. She selected another pair of Dora panties. Dora is wearing a blue shirt on these {yes, there must be blue somewhere on the panties or she will not wear them}. This pack of panties is more like briefs, while the first blue panties that got wet are more like bikinis.

As she is pulling up these brief-like panties, she just about gave herself a wedgie because she was concerned with full coverage; She wanted to assure that her bottom was covered, while at the same time assuring that the panties were pulled up past her belly button.

As I helped with the proper adjustment of the panties, it hit me, this kid will not be wearing any thongs. She will be a granny-panty kid, which is just fine with me and the Husband.