A child growing attached to a certain toy, doll, or blankie is hardly an unusual occurance. As a matter of fact, all the reading I’ve done suggests that it is actually very normal and nothing to worry about. So why is it that I’m just a wee bit disturbed by my little one’s recently acquired “friend”? Why do I wonder if maybe I’ve somehow failed as a mother? Why am I envisioning a future of nightly cribbage games with my middle-aged son who lives in the basement?
Because this is his security item. Not that exact one, of course, but close.
A freakin’ potty! He takes it with him all over the house, dragging it behind him by the floppy little lid. He sits on it to watch his Blues Clues videos. He uses it as a stepstool to throw random items into our fishtank. He took a bath with it last night for god’s sake. I had to draw the line when he wanted to take it into bed with him. Some things are just not done.
I’m so ashamed.
Did he just begin learning how to use the potty? Kids who are just starting out often develop a fascination with all the paraphenalia that goes along with pottying like a big person; this is also the time when a lot of household objects may go down the hole.
On the other hand, at least he always has a place to sit if he gets stuck in a long line.
He hasn’t started training yet, but I’d been planning to dive in in the next couple months so I took the potty out of storage last week. I wanted him to get familiar with it and be used to seeing it in the bathroom. I expected some initial curiousity, of course, but jeez.
You are correct about the long line thing though, with the added bonus that he’ll never have to give up his place to run to the bathroom.
I can’t decide if a security potty is better or worse than a security banjo…
Is anyone else thinking about Baby Ducky on Tiny Toons playing with the toilet?
“____ go dowwwwwn the hoooooole!” flushity
“____ go dowwwwwn the hoooooole!” flushity
(ad nauseam)
My godson was so attached to a small whisk broom and dust pan that I had around the house that I had to let him keep it when he and his mom moved out on their own. He still has it, I think.
I’m so proud I passed on my compulsive cleaning fetish to him. 
Adjusting
Investigating
Moving
Chilling
My potty,
my potty,
My potty and me!
signed~bella’s fruitcake baby
Thanks! I needed a laugh. Maybe this story will make you feel a little better.
Heh, kids are so frekkin weird. I love it.
