Monday, July 25, 2005
Lost in translation
So Chloe has decided she wants to be potty trained. One morning a couple of weeks ago I had let her run around without a diaper for a while because she had a rash. When I tried to put a diaper back on she wouldn't let me and said she wants to wear panties and be "potty twained."
Sounds good to me! I have no problems with that. For the rest of that day she wore panties and went potty on the potty....not one accident! I was so excited every time she went to the bathroom, and she was just so cute with her little shy smile when she was trying to go. She loved that I was making a big deal out of everything.
Well, after a few days, she was still doing really well--very few accidents, telling me when she needed to go, staying dry even in public--could it be any easier? Wow!
Well, one day I was in the bathroom with her and she went. I said, "Yay! Chloe" and she said, "Cwap." I said "What did you say?" and she repeated, "Cwap. Cwap, mommy!" I couldn't figure out why she was saying a naughty word (although I was thinking she probably learned it from me) and told her we don't say that word and not to say it anymore. Well, every time she went potty she kept saying it, and I kept telling her that we don't say that and to please not say it. She just looked at me really funny and kept saying it.
Until the other day. I realized what she was really saying and I realized why she always looked so confused when I told her not to say that word. She was saying "Clap." Yep. All she wanted was for Mommy to clap for her because she went potty. Can you imagine how low I felt? Here I was telling her I couldn't clap for her because that wasn't a nice word? Once I got it and I clapped my heart out for her, you should have seen her face beam. So proud of herself....and Mommy so proud of her, too.