Trust me, Folks. You don’t want the visuals that would go with this post.
My 5-year-old has Down syndrome. I am adjusting to the cognitive delays that come with Downs that are resulting in delayed potty training. No big deal, right?
So how is it that the boy has the ability to poop in his underware in secret, communicate to his sister what he has done, slide into the bathroom while she finds mom to report the latest, remove his own underware (making a disgusting mess in the process), hold his underware in one hand in the toilet while he flushes with the other (to rinse them out the way he’s seen me do it) . . .
. . . but he can’t figure out how to poop in the potty?
Ask me about my day . . . I dare you.
Seriously, I can’t believe it, but in the midst of the disaster, I actually caught myself feeling kind of proud of my boy for taking care of himself. Have I lost my mind or what?