Inwe was quite wild this evening. She went native on me.
After dance class and dinner she started to undress. I figured she needed to use the bathroom, and that’s the only way with a leotard and tights. I just happened to pass by the powder room while she was in there.
Inwe, still naked, was crouched over the potty. She had a foot on each side of the seat, and she was pooping. She was also watching the solid waste leave her body.
“Um, Inwe, what are you doing?”
“I was trying to go potty Daddy’s way, but I couldn’t. So, I’m doing this.”
“Oh. Well, honey girls don’t have the same equipment as boys. They have a p&nis (that’s so I don’t get those Google search engine hits here).”
“What’s a p&nis?”
“It’s how boys go pee pee.”
“Can I see one?”
“You can watch when I change Finwe’s diaper. He has a p&nis.”
Later, when Inwe was through, she donned a head band and a pair of underwear. “I’m a girl Squanto. I’m an Indian.”
“Native American.”
“Indian. That’s what Squanto was.”
“We call them Native Americans, Inwe.”
“Okay, but Indian sounds better.”
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When Rosie was learning about the potty she would try to stand and use it. So far I haven't caught Daisy standing - I think since she has an older sister to watch it's ok to sit.
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