As part of our new plan to rent out our house, we’re doing things like getting the tub re-glazed, throwing on some new paint, and just spiffying the place up a bit. So we bought another toilet for the downstairs bathroom. And since today was rainy and gross outside, Ollie amused himself indoors by playing on the new potty. He even hugged it and told it “night night” when it was time for him to go to bed. Over the course of the day, the toilet had become like his new best friend.
So when he wakes up tomorrow and realizes there’s no longer a toilet bowl in our living room, I guarantee shit’s going to hit the fan (no pun intended). He already has a fascination with the “live” toilets in the house — I’ll find him splashing around in them at least once per day — but this is not a hobby I’m trying to encourage. So when he realizes he can’t play on, in, and around the pot all day, he’s going to be PISSED.
I guess we’ll just have to do something really fun to make up for the fact that his new buddy is now permanently bolted down in the bathroom and will never again be as clean as it was coming right out of the cardboard box we bought it in. I mean, the only reason I even let him play on it was because there was no spec of poo or pee anywhere on it since it was factory fresh. However, I’m beginning to wonder if letting hims stick his feet in the bowl and eat cheerios from the basin was sending the right message. Just in case, I better keep the doors to the bathrooms closed tomorrow….