I have changed a lot of dirty diapers in my day. Not only those of my own kids, or friends’ kids, or kids I babysat, but also the kids I taught who, due to developmental delays, were not potty trained by 4, or 6, or 8, or 10. I can take a lot of diapers.
But I have never before been faced with the gastric changes wrought by a nineteen-month-old eating 12 pieces of Tropical Twist Trident.
I thought she was still asleep on the couch yesterday when she apparently pulled her rolling ladybug up to the bookshelf, used the ladybug as a step stool, reached down our bits basket (you know, the one that has the checkbook and coupons and Chapstick and sunglasses and Leatherman and such), opened a brand-new package of Trident, unwrapped thirteen pieces of gum and had ingested twelve of them before I spotted her.
Let me just say: I thought the gum would pass whole. It doesn’t. It gets shredded into teeny tiny bits that stick to everything.
It’s only made harder by the fact that in the past two days we only used 4 diapers total - a disposable overnight at night and a cloth during the day. She was using the potty in the living room, running about bare bottomed, had only one teeny pee accident at Leigh’s, was asking to use the potty when we were in public (twice) and so on. I was so excited about her burgeoning potty training… but she’s back in disposables full time until all the Trident is gone. Ugh.
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