I slowed my steps, careful not to arrive too early. W still didn't like an audience until the big reveal, at which point I would rave about his pooping prowess and he'd announce which animal he'd created. It was a routine born that very first time he looked in the potty and found success. "A snake!" he had pointed, both shocked and impressed by what came out of his body. "I pooped a snake!"
There had been a slew of snakes since that day, followed by dragons, dinosaurs, tigers, and lions, with the occasional tiger-snake hybrid thrown in. Although some animals were clearly classified by their appearance, most of the time I couldn't distinguish between them. All I knew was that every single poop bore a striking resemblance to something fantastic, and that W would recognize it.
When I reached the top of the stairs, W was already standing beside the bowl, peering in at the contents. His eyebrows gathered and his mouth pursed in extreme concentration as he worked to imagine of the strongest, fastest, fiercest, most awesome creature of all.
He looked up at me with elated confidence. He had it.
"Mommy! I pooped a Daddy!"
|Always be prepared.|