Potty Training

I probably shouldn’t even be talking about potty training when my child is going to be 5 in a couple of months. “We” still use a diaper when we go out because he is not comfortable with commercial toilets. The flush is too strong, loud and scary. This is ironic because… His second obsession in life is: TOILETS.

At Robinson Nature Center for a Homeschool Workshop playing with wood and he decided to build a toilet.

Yes, Mr I Still Wear Diapers Wyatt loves toilets. He knows a lot about them. He can spend a lot of time looking at one Google image after another of toilet after toilet. And he watches a lot of videos about high tech toilets, different toilet designs, bidets, urinals, public toilets, Port-a-Potties, even airplane toilets. My friends know about his love of toilets and send me every photo & article they see about unique toilets…

I know he has some kind of sensory processing issues. He won’t eat certain foods, he can’t stand when his sleeves get wet, he refuses to let me lotion his hands. Commercial toilets in public places scare the crap out of him.

Besides, I have major beef with the fact that most public places do not have child-sized toilets to accommodate children. How can they expect such small people to use such big toilets? Why does growing up have to be so traumatic?

Lately, I’ve been prepping him, saying that when he’s 5, he’s really going to have to stop using diapers when we go out. I don’t know if he will be ready or not.

Yesterday, while we were standing around Home Goods so he could look at tea kettles amongst a mild hoard of Christmas shoppers, he announced to me, “I’m going to use the men’s room from now on.”

I mumbled, “Okay…”

“I’m not going to the women’s room anymore because when I grow up, I’m going to be a man.”

“Yes, you will become a man,” I confirmed.

“How about you, Mom? When you grow taller, will you become a man?” He asked me, and not exactly in the most quiet voice.

I told him, “No. You don’t just change from a woman into a man so easily.”

Sigh.

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