Much to my chagrin, W is not yet truly interested in potty training. He asks to go every once in a while, but it's mostly so he gets a chance to throw toilet paper in, flush, and play in the water for extended periods of time wash his hands. Very rarely does "going potty" actually result in him, well, going potty.
The other night was the exception, though. Not only did he climb up on the pot and pee all by himself (I was looking for the step stool at the time), but he also managed to not pee on himself or the floor! Progress!
That's not the real story here, though. When he was done, he pulled off his standard three yards of toilet paper, flushed, and slammed the toilet lid like normal. Then it got weird. He walked over to my make-up drawer, pulled out face powder, and INSISTED that he be allowed to put some on before he would wash his hands or leave the bathroom. Because it amused me I know which battles to pick with my older son, I handed him a make-up brush and let him powder his nose (or, more accurately, his forehead and his bangs).
I created a monster, though. It's now become a thing. He has to use my make-up after going to the bathroom and before washing his hands. I don't get it. At all.
I tell B stories like this and he just shakes his head, ruing his son's masculinity. I personally find his "girly" tendencies (carrying a purse around, loving pink, getting dolled up after toileting, etc.) completely normal and really cute. They also give me great blog fodder, build up my arsenal of embarrassing stories for use in his teenage years, and make for great photo ops. I'm actually half tempted to hand W my blush or bronzer during one of his post-pee pretty sessions just for the picture that will result. Does that make me an evil mother?
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