Shit Happens: Even if you don't want it to

On a recent sleepover, my beloved 2 ½ year old niece told me, “I gotta go potty.” I grabbed her up and we made our way into the bathroom. First helping her with her shorts, and then helping her with her pull-up. As the pull-ups came down, so did the proverbial turd. As I then placed her on the toilet, she pointed to the, ahem, turd, that had landed on the floor and exclaimed, “Ewww. I go potty on the floor.” I laughed, telling her it was ok, and quickly removed the specimen from view.


At 2, my niece knew “potty” any where else but the commode was not appropriate.



On an almost daily basis, as I walk into the restroom at my office, I am greeted with “something” left, dare I say it, behind, on the seat. I don’t work in a school; I work in a professional business setting. My co-workers, all of which are clearly over the age of 2, and over the age of 21 for that matter, could learn a lesson from my niece.