Poo is offensive to Pooh Bear. Poop is too harsh. Like someone just pinched a loaf. Turd is just not age appropriate. So, it is poo-poo.
Welcome to Potty Training 101.
Isabella got a potty for Christmas. I'm sure she's eternally grateful. Actually, she is quite obsessed with it. I know she's only 18 months, but she's been showing great interest in bowel movements for some time, so we thought we'd introduce her to a toddler toilet.
She has already set a few rules of her own:
1) She must be completely naked to sit on the potty, if there is to be any inkling of tinkling
2) Mommy has to sit on the big toilet, even if she's just perched on the toilet seat cover
3) Wiping is a must, even if there is nothing to wipe. Practice makes perfect, right?
4) Bear must also sit on the potty at some point during the day
Bella has peed at least five times in her new potty. Once, after peeing on the floor BY the potty, then resuming once sitting on her toilet.
Bella has not pooped in her toilet, but has pooped (while roaming naked) on her toy car, by the pool table and on her bedroom floor. Luckily, all have resembled smelly bullets, thus making clean up slightly less disgusting.
I know we have a long road ahead of us as we enter the potty training zone, but I must say that so far, it has been quite funny and cute. However, it will not be funny or cute should she insist on being naked in a public restroom once we've graduated to unsanitary toilet stalls. I imagine that's when she'll yell, scream and go limp mid-step. Good times.