Self-cleaning

Last week I wondered if it was time to teach Sam how to wipe himself after going potty.

My mind raced through the likely scenarios:

Maybe he would refuse.

Maybe he would play in it.

Maybe he would try really hard but still get poo all over his fingers.

I decided it wasn't time.

But that day or the next day, a solo trip to the potty was taking a ridiculous amount of time. I heard a flush. "Are you done?" I called up the stairs. 

"Yes!" Sam said.

"Did you pee pee or poo poo?" I asked.

"I pee-peed AND poo-pooed!" he said.

I marched up the stairs, ready to wipe.

I found nothing on his rear. Checking the toilet, I saw no poop. I remembered hearing the flush. Concern grew over what he had flushed.

"I thought you said you pooped," I said. Worried.

"I did," Sam replied."And I wiped myself."

With only the slightest trace of poop found during my follow-up wipe, I was amazed. His bum was clean. His hands were clean. He was so proud of himself. And I was so proud of him!

He's wiped himself ever since - with varying degrees of success. There's no turning back now...and you can guess how OK I am with that. :)