The one thing I hate about potty training is when your 23 month old comes to you with his pants and diaper around his ankles and a handful of poop, saying "Mummy I poo-pood" offering me his poop filled hand! There is nothing like scrubbing poop out of those tiny nails! Somehow he managed to scrape poop all the way down his legs as he pulled his diaper down. Then you have to figure out how you can wrangle this squirmy, poopy child to the bathroom without getting poop on your favorite top, or the floor or any other part of your body or his.
This morning as he was sitting on the potty, pooping, he invented a new game - "willy hiding" and then popping it out and shouting "there it is". I never thought in a million years I would find myself sitting on a toilet floor playing hide the willy and getting so 'over excited' when I saw a willy pop out.
Just another joy of motherhood.