POOP FOR PEGASUS

Yesterday, I decided to take Roan and Sage to Toys R Us to get a couple of Leap Pad books for Roan. While we were there, Roan sees this gawdawful stuffed pegasus doll. Roan got excited and said “a unicorn!” So I said we could get it, but it would be her prize for pooping on the potty. She agreed.

So, we get home and I put the pegasus up on top of the cabinet in the bathroom. Roan decides she has to go potty. So she sits on her little potty chair and pees. Then she won’t get off of it. “I have to poop, “ she says while looking up at the pegasus. She had to have been on the thing for about an hour. The whole time I’m trying to explain, that “maybe it’s not time to poop. Let’s put your pull-up back on and go play.” Which resulted on lots of screaming “No, I don’t want to put my pull-up back on” and “I just want to poop.” Then she would ask “Help, me mommy,” while I’m trying to explain that I can’t really help her poop.

Finally she got off the potty, only to repeat the above again later in the day. As I’m writing this, she’s sitting on the potty, trying to poop so she can get the damn pegasus (complete with long pink mane and iridescent wings) down off of the bathroom cabinet.