Monday, April 22, 2013
There really is not a formula.
You can say, "Ellie, do you have a poopoo? Do you need a new diaper?"
She will look at you and say "no".
"Really, Ellie," I respond, "Are you sure? Because if you did and you told mommy that you didn't that would not be honest. You wouldn't want to lie to mommy."
"No poo poo, just pee" she says with great predictability.
"Ellie. Here's the thing, somebody in the room pooped and as you are the only one with a diaper on I am really hoping it was you."
We go change the diaper and I debate on various days the extent to which I want to try to teach this lesson at this age.
Recently a family we knew came up in conversation. Their schedules are full, they have more children than we do, their house is tidy, their kids are clean .... we were admiring that. Someone remarked "They run a pretty tight ship over there." Maggie and I had toddlers crawling over us dressed in their self-chosen cacophony while we sat on a rug that had not been vacuumed since I do not know when, toys strung about, a basket of unfolded laundry was probably on the couch. I looked around and asked, "What kind of ship are we running here?"
"The Ship of Grace! That's it", we laughed.
But we have to own them first.
We have to admit that we didn't make it to the potty.
Jealousy? "No, not me."
Control? "I don't think so."
Discontent? "No, Lord, that's not my diaper - must be someone else's that you smell."