Recently, I was contracted by a close friend to help her remodel and redesign her new home two weeks before her move in date. This meant that on several occasions my son had to tag along with me to the job site. In the beginning of the whole process of remodeling, we both agreed that remodeling the bathrooms was our first and main priority, so there have not been toilets in the house.
In August, my husband and I made it a point to get our son potty trained. We succeeded in two weeks and have happily not been buying diapers since! Prior to going to the job site the other afternoon, I asked my son if he needed to use the restroom before we left, because, as I reminded him, there were no potties currently in the house. Of course, I received the typical response, “No, mommy, I’m fine.” Okay, so we were off!
At the job site, I was helping unload tiles into the house for use in the kitchen and bathroom while my son played with his football. He came to me and whispered, “Mommy, I really have to go… number two…” My heart sank as looked at him and said, “Well, sweetheart, you either wait till we get home in five minutes or you have to do your business in the back yard.” I did not think he was going to take me so seriously because he just said “Okay” and went inside to, what I thought at least, watch the contractor install a bar in the kitchen. (My son had befriended him on the first day of construction and had followed him like a puppy the whole time, so I didn’t think anything of it)
After we had moved all the tiles, my friend and I went into the house to see what was happening. She has this beautiful wall of windows over looking the backyard, which I am totally jealous of, and noticed that my son appeared to be nonchalantly walking around the backyard, not really playing or doing anything majorly destructive for once, or so I thought. As my friend and I were inspecting the bar installation, I had to take a double take of my son…
He had his pants and undies at his ankles and was in the process of getting on all fours in the backyard with with an expression of strain on his face!
EVERYONE IN THE ROOM STARTED TO LAUGH! I immediately went outside and asked him, “What on earth are you doing out here?”
“Well, Mom, I told you I needed to go to the bathroom and you said I could go in the backyard!”
I helped him out and got him dressed again and escorted him back inside. As we were walking back into the house, he looked at my friend, who was gracious enough to understand the situation, shrugged his shoulders and said to her, “Well, I told you so!”
Oh the joys of being three!