Show Me The Potty!

My three-year-old son just started his second year at a Catholic preschool. I had great admiration for his two-year-old class teachers last year, as they had to deal with a class full of kids who spoke at varying levels, could cry in sync and had to have diapers changed.

Then I got to the threes.

We had an open house the first day when the kids could come see their new classroom. When the crowd had started to thin out, I decided I had better give the teachers a "heads-up" regarding the somewhat unusual way that my kid climbs up on the potty and shall we say, crouches on the seat to go pee. (He sits normally for the other business.) I also advised them that it wasn't unusual for him to take off his pants and undies and he might not be able to get them back on by himself. Both the teachers assured me that nothing would surprise them where that age group was concerned. They had seen it all.

I stepped away when the mother of a little girl walked up to talk them and I couldn't help smiling when she proceeded to tell the teachers about HER child's' bathroom habits. This pattern continued with each of the subsequent parents. Going potty was the number one concern for these parents. I actually think that having to listen to the parents was probably worse than dealing with the kids. Anyway, I just have to give credit to those ladies, because I can't imagine dealing with a group of 10 rollicking 3 year-olds every day and having to keep them happy, toilet trained and actually teach them something. And they always have a smile for the kids and parents. Yep, there's gotta be a special (quiet) place in Heaven for these folks.