Ah, poo-ey!
You may recall that a few weeks ago, I wrote about how mama wanted to start potty training me. I am glad to report success… couldn’t be further away! Heh-heh!
Like many babies in the US of A, Singapore, and other “advanced” countries, I have been “trained” to do my business in the privacy of my pants. Number 1 and number 2. Small and big. Solid, liquid, and gas. And in a wide spectrum of colors and smells! Like any “civilized” human, I couldn’t care less about natural resources or the environment.
Despite my superior logic, mama still brings me to the potty every time she thinks I am about to evacuate. I am growing accustomed to two of her expressions: Excitement and disappointment.
As is his habit of recording things for posterity, papa took a photo of me perched on the throne. I was smiling not because I was happy but because I was thinking of the ways I thwart mama’s efforts.
First, it is winter. It is too cold to let me wander about bottomless much less nekkid.
Second, the Christmas tree is out. My folks dare not risk me taking a tinkle under the tree while the lights are on. [zap!]
Third, I do some of my business covertly at night. I have also mastered the art of simultaneously taking input while releasing output. In the first case, my folks are unconscious. In the second, they are too preoccupied with one task to handle the other.
Bwah-hee-hee! Oops, that laugh made me let another one go. I’ll let you guess which one!
Baby Isaac
