Potty training is the name of the game these days in Potsyville, even when we're in a restaurant. One Friday we met Potsy for lunch at Olive Garden and had a great time. At the end I could see the Mini looked like he needed to go potty and he agreed to go. He had a great time in the bathroom and was very excited that they "splashed" which got a chuckle from the women in the other stalls of the bathroom. When we left the bathroom he got halfway across the restaurant before running towards Daddy shouting "Daddy Daddy I pooped on the potty" This got an immediate chuckle from the surrounding tables and Mini being the vivacious 2.5 year old that he is proceeded to milk it for all it was worth and went from table to table announcing that he had pooped on the potty. He drank in all the praise. He even tugged on the leg of a passing waiter (with a tray full of food) to tell him. It was truly a proud moment for all of us here in Potsyville.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Special Report: Olive Garden Announcement
Potty training is the name of the game these days in Potsyville, even when we're in a restaurant. One Friday we met Potsy for lunch at Olive Garden and had a great time. At the end I could see the Mini looked like he needed to go potty and he agreed to go. He had a great time in the bathroom and was very excited that they "splashed" which got a chuckle from the women in the other stalls of the bathroom. When we left the bathroom he got halfway across the restaurant before running towards Daddy shouting "Daddy Daddy I pooped on the potty" This got an immediate chuckle from the surrounding tables and Mini being the vivacious 2.5 year old that he is proceeded to milk it for all it was worth and went from table to table announcing that he had pooped on the potty. He drank in all the praise. He even tugged on the leg of a passing waiter (with a tray full of food) to tell him. It was truly a proud moment for all of us here in Potsyville.
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