Yip, you read that correctly. Milk and toilet treats. What are toilet treats? They are an ingenious idea conjured up by a friend of mine who has a daughter a few months older than the Tinkerous Toddler.
It is invaluable to have friends with children a few months ahead of your own, because they are able to give you top tips on all the stuff that they’ve just dealt with that you are about to deal with!
Anyway, back to the toilet treats, as I’ve still yet to reveal what they actually are. Toilet treats are treats that you give to your child if they manage to pee or poo on the toilet. In TT’s case, if she does a poo on the toilet. We’ve got the peeing pretty much nailed after a serious bout of sofa abuse from her – I can recommend Dr. Beckmann’s for removal of pee stains from cream sofas btw!!
My friend and her daughter were here yesterday when TT scored yet another direct hit on her pants. Not the worst of the week, that happened on Sunday, when she had a bout of diarrhoea whilst we were several miles from home, in a playground far, far away. Unfortunately for both her and me, I’d forgotten the wet wipes, so the direct hit resulted in one of the most gross experiences of both our lives and a rather gruesome looking pair of pants being jettisoned into a bin. I do home the park keeper didn’t get too close to the bin as he emptied it.
So yes, yesterday. TT scored another direct hit and that was when my friend told me about toilet treats. A couple of hours later, we headed to the shops to get both a new supply of pants and some toilet treats. As we bought them I explained to TT what the score was.
And here we are. It is not long past the early hour of 8am and the first thing that the Tinkerous Toddler did this morning was a poo ON THE TOILET. In return she got her usual morning milk and… toilet treats.
Milk chocolate buttons to be exact. Though I must admit to being a little cunning with the toilet treats, as I’m not crazy enough to give her a whole mini pack of them before breakfast… crazy (and desperate) enough to give her some, but not a whole pack. So, I martyred myself by eating a few for her, ahead of giving her the pack. Sometimes, that’s just what mums have to do.
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