I’m always amused by the discussions that N and his dad have. They always seem very different to those I have with him. I dread to think what they might turn out like by the time N’s older and supposedly wiser (or maybe not if his father continues to spout nonsense at him!)
N’s toilet training at his own whim, but in the mornings I do have to really encourage him to go. He’ll quite happily stay dry all night, but after 11.5-12 hours of sleep, I’m astounded that he doesn’t wake up bursting for a wee. This morning he refused to go with me, wanting to wait for Daddy to take him.
As I went into the shower upstairs I could hear N and his dad talking downstairs in the cloakroom.
‘On the toilet Daddy’, ‘I’m going to wee, Daddy’
‘Pull your willy away, it’s stuck’. The joys of wearing pull ups or nappies.
‘No, you do it Daddy, I can’t’
‘I’m not touching your willy. You do it N, just pull it away’. A dad who doesn’t think it’s appropriate to be touching his son’s anatomy.
‘I can’t daddy, I need you to to it’
‘No, you’ll have to do it yourself otherwise you won’t be able to wee. Push it down’, and so it went on.
I’m presuming all was fine in the end, although I’m surprised I wasn’t called down to do the task. An amusing conversation to be hearing in the morning but one that I can see being repeated.