islandhippy

This evening I returned home from work to find an ecstatic Olive jumping up and down in the doorway shouting “Olive pee in potty, Olive pee in potty, Olive has a star. Daddy pee in Olive’s potty [runs to potty and points inside] and Daddy have star too.” Olive is such an angel, she makes life so easy for Mum and Dad. The only potty training we did was to (a) take off her diaper and (b) show her where the potty is kept. She didn’t even tell anybody she’d used it, she simply disappeared for a minute, had a quick pee then carried on playing. Obviously we need her to tell us when she has used the potty so she now looks forward to collecting coloured star-shaped stickers: one star for a number one and two stars for a number two (I suggested three for a combined effort but I can see us running short of stars pretty soon).

I was going to offer readers a photo of Olive’s poo but instead I found a visual of an even more nauseating bowel discharge: