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When I was young I was a bit of a spaz, if you can believe that.
I gave my mother a real hard time when potty training rolled around. The concept of taking off your pants and sitting on a bowl without your dumb little child feet touching the floor didn't appeal to me. So I refused to do it.
My mother was busy with my 1 year old sister (I'm 3 at this point) and couldn't commit to forcing me to potty train. A year went by and now my little sister is potty training. My mother was petrified I'd still be in diapers in pre-school so she consulted my aunt, who was I guess working with an early childhood development psychologist for my cousins of the same ages at the time. My aunt asked the doctor and came back to my mother and told her, "Tell him if he wants to keep wearing diapers, he has change them himself."
So my mother dumps the contents of her diaper bag on the floor, lays out a blanket for me, and says here ya go, have it at. I laid down on my back and proceeded to do a professional job removing my diaper, cleaning myself, and strapping on a new one. I tossed everything back in the bag, handed it to her, threw out the old diaper, and went about my business.
My distraught mother called my aunt and asked what's plan B - he's not just changing his diaper, he's doing a good job. My aunt came back the next week and said tell him the store is out of diapers and he has to use the toilet - again, by this point my little sister was already potty trained so the ruse could potentially work.
She told me that day there are no more diapers, so it's the toilet or you have to go outside like a dog. As she recounts the story, I said okay and from that day forward used the toilet like a regular person. She claims I'd already figured out how to use it intuitively and had opposed doing so just to fuck with her.
Happy Thanksgiving
I gave my mother a real hard time when potty training rolled around. The concept of taking off your pants and sitting on a bowl without your dumb little child feet touching the floor didn't appeal to me. So I refused to do it.
My mother was busy with my 1 year old sister (I'm 3 at this point) and couldn't commit to forcing me to potty train. A year went by and now my little sister is potty training. My mother was petrified I'd still be in diapers in pre-school so she consulted my aunt, who was I guess working with an early childhood development psychologist for my cousins of the same ages at the time. My aunt asked the doctor and came back to my mother and told her, "Tell him if he wants to keep wearing diapers, he has change them himself."
So my mother dumps the contents of her diaper bag on the floor, lays out a blanket for me, and says here ya go, have it at. I laid down on my back and proceeded to do a professional job removing my diaper, cleaning myself, and strapping on a new one. I tossed everything back in the bag, handed it to her, threw out the old diaper, and went about my business.
My distraught mother called my aunt and asked what's plan B - he's not just changing his diaper, he's doing a good job. My aunt came back the next week and said tell him the store is out of diapers and he has to use the toilet - again, by this point my little sister was already potty trained so the ruse could potentially work.
She told me that day there are no more diapers, so it's the toilet or you have to go outside like a dog. As she recounts the story, I said okay and from that day forward used the toilet like a regular person. She claims I'd already figured out how to use it intuitively and had opposed doing so just to fuck with her.
Happy Thanksgiving
