We have this potty:

It plays music (I wonder how our parents ever potty trained us). So far it has collected more dust than played music. Caleb was giving it a thorough examination (I just cleaned it a few days ago), and pushing the button on the bottom to make the music play. He said, “My potty plays music! Does your potty play music Mommy?”

“Sadly….No.” I replied.

Which reminds me of a conversation of the day that I forgot to post last week.

I was sitting on the…err…throne. As my website says (at the top), I frequently enjoy company in the bathroom. And by frequently, I mean almost always. I’ve even had him climb in my lap with a book to read. ANYWAY. You know toddlers love to discuss…anatomy. He started rambling, “I have a penis Mommy. Boys have penises. But girls don’t have penises Mommy. But boys do. Do you have a penis Mommy?”

“No, I’m a girl and girls don’t have penises.”

In this concerned, low voice, as if taking pity on me, he said, “Oh, you don’t have a penis. Wish we could get you one Mommy.”

Ahhh. Good times. You never know what they are going to say.

Somewhat unrelated, when looking for a picture of the potty that we have, I found this one on Amazon:

Do you notice what the photographer in me noticed immediately?  I assume this is a professional/staged picture (because really, who keeps their bath towels right up against their toilet like that?  Ew.)  But did you notice the top of the lovely staged scene?  It looks like the photographer forgot to crop the picture or something.  You can see up in the rafters of the building and where the paint stopped.  It gives the sky and clouds that nice fake look outside the window.  As a photographer (by hobby), how embarrassing. :)

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