From the moment we started potty training we used Thomas the Train as the goal to reach.
Remember, if you go pee on the potty and wear “big girl underwear” you can ride on Thomas!
Thomas thinks you’re doing great, he can’t wait to meet you.
There is NO pooping on Thomas’ seats! No more pooping on mommy’s couch!
It seemed like there would never be a day when we weren’t cleaning pee out of car sears, pants, furniture, or slides at McDonald’s (yup… she was THAT kid).
I was sure I would be 40 and still carrying around a change of pants in my purse for her.
Poor thing was destined to be overweight, a lover of all things feline, and full of misunderstood social awkwardness.
This weekend, after we had finished her bedtime routine and I had tucked her in, we told her how proud of her we were, how we couldn’t believe how big she was getting, and we told her that she was going to get to go on Thomas.
She was going to meet him and we were going to take a ride because she was a big girl.
She peed and pooped on the potty now.
My daughter looked at me with excitement (but it could have also been constipation).
“Are you happy? Do you have to poop right now?”
When I pictured the moment we told her she was going to finally go on Thomas I didn’t imagine her with a blank stare – I pictured more of a more of a party, lots of hugging, and a sash proclaiming me the “Mother of the Year.”
“Honey? What’s the matter?”
“Why did you pee?”
I know why she peed.
Shit got real.
All of a sudden Thomas wasn’t just some dude she talked to when she pooped; friend she hung out with when she watched Mickey; threw across the room when she rolled over on him in the night.
He was THOMAS.
And he was a Very Useful Engine.
“Will Thomas be nice?”
Oh. My. God.
Shadowed by my own excitement I had overlooked my child’s smallest worries.
What if Thomas didn’t like her?
What if he was mean?
“He’s very nice, honey”
I took her hand and helped her on with clean pajama pants, “You know what? I think we’ll wait a little while, and when you’re ready to ride on Thomas you can tell Mommy. Sound good?”
“And I will sing ‘I’m gonna go on THOOOMMAASS!’”
And I will dance.
But I’ll do it quietly… in my room… after bedtime.
So as to not cause too much excitement.
Excitement leads to pee.
And pee to laundry.
I gotta say, pee laundry is not popular in my house.
When she’s ready to visit Thomas we’ll go as promised, but maybe with calmer voices; a little less jumping up and down, screaming, cheering, and hand clapping….
Not the mature, potty trained, and brilliant (almost) three year old.