In Summary
  • That is a bond I have struggled to explain to date; sort of the lion-baby oryx affair.
  • I had underestimated the strength in this affair until one fine Sunday morning when I dressed my boy, threw a diaper on him then together we drove to church.

The blanket sign on cars with a little human inside is usually a ‘Baby on Board’ sticker.

A small portion of creative parents customise the wording and add pictorials to make them fancy, while the rest, myself included, stick to the boring white paper with black writings.

My car needed more than the fair share of a baby on board sticker, it required one written ‘Potty on Board'.

I’ll tell you why.

POTTY ATTACHMENT

I am the proud father of a young man who of all the things, got attached to his potty, and he was specific about that particular sky blue one he used on his first ever training.

That is a bond I have struggled to explain to date; sort of the lion-baby oryx affair.

I had underestimated the strength in this affair until one fine Sunday morning when I dressed my boy, threw a diaper on him then together we drove to church.

There was no cause for alarm even as the service started, until we got into the broth of the preaching and the young man pulled an SOS on me.

 

Daddie . . . Pottie
What?
Pottie . . . Pupu.
Poop in the diaper.
Ah ah, pottie.

 

In other words, he did not want to retrogress. Maybe that would have dented his self-esteem, I don’t know. I decided to ignore, convinced that he would get too pressed and just relieve himself. Mistake.

Turns out there are some things in parenthood you can ignore and let time work wonders; this was not one of them. He did what most children do when they feel ignored: he slid into tantrum mode.

I happen to be one of those parents who will not look the other way while a young one screams their lungs out in a public yet quiet environment like church, but I probably need that sort of anaesthesia.

It requires a lot of guts and attitude to look calmer than a cucumber when a hundred plus eyes are staring at you angrily for your child’s noise making.

Seeing that this had gotten out of hand, I decided to dash out of church and go back to the house for his potty.

Thanks to the wonderful leadership this country boasts our road is one long winding stretch of potholes and rocks, with a few craters here and there.

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