For those of you who have read my ordeal with potty training, i am now experiencing a new kind of pain. Well not really, i did laugh about it. 🙂
The other day, our first mate was perched atop the toilet once again. Sorting out his toddler business in peace. He seems to want to be alone while going now, to which i understand, and am quite thankful.
Anyway, he calls out ‘guys, i need help’… Now, generally this means he needs to wash his hands, get off the toilet, or something to that effect. So we take turns.
‘Your turn’ she says with a big smile… Fine, i will go..
I get in there and he is looking at me funny. ‘Dad go away, i want to be alone’. Fine, whatever, just don’t call me again to say that.
‘Guys, i need help’… Muuhaha, ‘your turn baby’.. Sweet revenge.
My partner comes running out, ‘this is your one, he needs boy help’. I start thinking, fuck, i AM NOT going to hold it for him. Wonder what could be ‘up’.
Oh, that’s what’s up. The little bugger had been playing with himself, as all boys do. He looks at me a little confused. So i try to do the comforting Dad thing, ‘it’s ok, that happens some times and it is normal’.
HAH! He was not concerned at all! It was a trap!
‘Dad, my doodle is big. It is bigger than yours, go tell Mum’.
Little fucker. My manhood, insulted by a three year old. God damn.
Anyway, i obliged, went and told her. Of course it was met with hysterical laughter…..
Well, i found it funny, hope you did too. If you have anything similar to share, please comment! 🙂