Toilet Training Part II

And then there are those days that just make you want to swear in a way that would get you arrested in Michigan.

The other day the toddler walked up to me, holding a wet diaper, with a very badly fastened diaper girded about her little bottom. The husband wasn't home, so I couldn't blame him. No, it was obvious she'd done it herself.

Yes, that's right, she's learned how to change her diaper. It's like a bad joke. "At least you know she'll be trained before she's old enough to change her own diapers!"

I've watched her do it since then. She lies down, puts the diaper carefully under her, and then fastens it up - just like Mommy. I don't know whether to go beat my head against a brick wall a few times, or fall down laughing at how precocious she is.

This is it. If she's old enough to figure this out, she's got to be old enough to figure out the whole toileting process. It's been long enough since the last training attempt. She is so getting potty trained this week.

I hope.

Somebody please tell me I'm not the only mother this has happened to?