So…. I’ve been telling people Daniel has been successfully potty trained.

And I’m going to tell you why bragging is never good.

So we were at a restaurant enjoying our yummy Japanese BBQ lunch. This was maybe the 2nd time I brought Daniel out without diapers. I was so close to putting diapers on him before we left, but thought no no, I need to be brave and he needs to get used to a naked butt. My son’s clever, he’s not going to pee or poo in public, I reasurred myself while hypocritically stuffing an extra pair of Daniel’s pants into my handbag before we left the house.

As usual, I’d ask him every few minutes if he wanted to pee or poo. As usual, he said no. So we ate happily, me with my delicious beef dipped with their special sauce, and Daniel with his fried rice insisting that he feeds himself.

One last time, I thought. “Daniel, do you need to go to the toilet?”

“Nope,” he shakes his head smiling cheekily.

Never trusting that cheeky smile ever again.

In a few minutes… pssssssstttttttttt a puddle formed on the floor.

No…. no…… this can’t be happening. This. Cannot. Be. Happening.

Dean panicked, I panicked, Daniel panicked, the staff panicked, I think even Mariam wanted to put a bag over her head out of embarrassment for her brother.

Oh. My. God.

“That’s his watermelon juice right? Please tell me that’s his watermelon juice,” I asked God, half expecting a Yes.

Nope, that is your motherhood calling. Teehee, enjoy!

You have no idea how many times I said sorry to the staff in the restaurant and even Daniel said sorry before he started singing Head Shoulders Knees and Toes happily. “Umm inside, inside. Inside, he’s really really sorry,” I assured the staff who was mopping the floor. I tipped them like I have never tipped before. Adding that to the “Daniel Has To Pay Me Back When He’s Older” list of items.

Daniel, Daniel….

More potty updates:

1) He has peed at least 3 times on each grandmother’s floors in their homes. He keeps saying OK to when I say you must tell me before you want to go to the toilet, not during. To which he always says Ok Mommy and gives me a kiss. Lies, they are all lies.

2) He does not wear diapers to sleep. We thought we’d YOLO it up and not put any on him, but we lined his bed with Dean’s very worried kain pelekat. So far so good, all dry. But taking a lot of your advice, every morning, straight to the toilet and watch him pee with all glory. Highlight of my day.

3) We save so much money on not buying diaper anymore.

4) Laundry activity has increased.

I sit and ponder. When did my happiness depend on whether a boy goes to the toilet or not? Five years ago, the only wiping I was doing was the Pringles crumb on my chin while watching funny series on TV. Now I’m wiping pee, guys. MY YOUTH, WHERE ART THOU, MY YOUTH??