This past Friday, Zoey spent the day at my mom’s house while Greg and I were working. My mom decided to work a bit on potty training, even though Zoey’s interest in the matter tends to be lukewarm at best.
In an effort to encourage Zoey, my mom told her that if she went poop on the big-girl potty, she would give her some ice cream as a treat.
Zoey’s immediate response?
“If you give me ice cream now, it would make my mommy happy.”
Note: she DID end up going poop on the big-girl potty later on that day.
In the car on the way home from grocery shopping yesterday:
Zoey: I want to go to swimming lessons.
Me: We just went to swimming lessons this morning.
Zoey: I want to go again now.
Me: We have to wait for your next lesson in a couple weeks.
We pull up to a red light.
Zoey: See the red light? That means I’m supposed to go to swimming lessons now.
Aaannndd before we went into the grocery store yesterday:
Me: We need to change your diaper before we go in the store.
Zoey: I want a peppermint patty.
Me: Maybe if you’re a good girl in the store, we can get you a peppermint patty. But let’s change your diaper right now before we go into the store.
Zoey: How about you change my diaper after you give me a peppermint patty?
Apparently, she’s big on compromise.