My race car-driving friend Pete sent me this video today:
…and it got me wondering how my parents succeeded in potty-training little ol’ me. Did they blink their cute anime eyes and wave their chubby little hands side to side while singing “wee wee, piss piss?” Sounds way too nice, too hippy-like, and I hate hippies, so I can’t imagine I learned how to pee like one.
I gave my sister Phuong a call and she explained that my mom’s method was… sit me down, make a whooshing sound, and boom! Instant potty training at age one. That’s it? For serious? What she neglected to mention, that I am pretty convinced actually happened, was my mother’s gentle raise of eyebrow accompanied by a stern but delicate whisper: “Your cousin learned how to do this a month ago.”
Oh, how times have changed.
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