Pssst, Edith...Don't you know what happened to the boy who cried wolf?
Edith has started playing a new game. Strapped into her high chair, she'll suddenly clench her fists, strain, turn red, and hold her muscles taut until she shakes. Then she'll release, smile, pat her bum, and announce, "Poop. Change."
At first we were alarmed, then delighted: Edith was becoming conscious of her own elimination, a critical first step toward toilet training!
But not one of the times that this has happened has she actually, in fact, had a dirty diaper. So much for bowel awareness. It appears, instead, that she has invented another form of dinnertime entertainment. Where she got the component pieces of the act and fit them together, we have no idea. A self-aware-if-constipated classmate?
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So funny-- Sam sits fully clothed on his brand-new potty (we're not planning to start t-training yet, just familiarizing) and strains and grunts, then smiles and says "poop" (he has never once requested a change). Like Edith, he somehow connected the straining/grunting with the product. Not nearly as useful in terms of manipulating parental behavior, though! Between this and the "Nice, nice mama" of a few weeks ago, you've got a seriously socially skilled kiddo.
(Um... in case it wasn't clear, Sam isn't actually _producing_ anything when he does the above routine.)
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