*This post contains potty language. Reader discretion is advised.

Potty training a toddler. Wow! That’s a job. I remember working with my two older kids, but now that I am home all the time, I am deeply involved with the potty training of my two-year-old.

“Do you need to potty?”

“No”

“Do you need to potty?”

“No”

“Come on, let’s try to potty”

“No”

“I think you need to potty”

“No, Daddy, I don’t”

Two minutes later… “Daddy, I pooped in my pull-up,”

Come on! There is nothing worse than trying to take off a pull-up filled with poop. Talk about get out the hazmat suit.

Despite all my failures in convincing my sweet little girl to tell me when Mother Nature is calling, we did have a breakthrough. Yesterday she demanded I take her to the bathroom.

“Daddy, I am pooping,” she told me holding the back of her pants.

“Do you need to go now?” I asked.

“Daddy, I need to go to the potty right now!” she yelled shuffling toward the bathroom.

Excitedly, I ran to the bathroom and put her potty seat on the ‘big potty’ as she calls it. I lifted her up and immediately she protested.

“I don’t want to be on the big potty,” she cried. Nope, she’s not getting down so easy.

“Daddy, I’m done,”

“Just wait a little longer,”

“Daddy,” she insisted, “I’m don…” her voice tailed off as a strained look appeared on her face.

She’s going to the potty. Success!!

I got her off the toilet and flushed. To my surprise, the water didn’t go down. My little girl just clogged the toilet for the first time.

“Did I break the potty?” she asked concerned.

“No, it’s just clogged,” I told her with a laugh.

As I headed to the basement to get the plunger I honestly couldn’t be more proud. Not only did she finally tell me she had to potty without me asking, but I also didn’t have to try to figure out what to do about her pullup. Looks like she is going to figure out this potty training thing, after all.