Ok, the smallest possible breakthrough.
And I am attributing it all to Daycare and it’s wee potties. V’s classroom has it’s own bathroom. One for boys and girls, both with miniature potties. Cutest thing you have ever seen.
That, combined with his teachers gentle encouragement, produced this:
“Big shark poo-poo”.
Edward and I made WTF faces at each other.
Let me backtrack a little and tell you where we were eating. Carriera‘s in Lake Nona.
Their dining room has a HUGE shark on the wall, one we always have to sit under when eat there. Which is often as the food there is just amazing. AMAZING.
Well, this evening, as we were sitting under that shark, V made his announcement.
He made it several times actual. Addressed to both of us. Separately.
“Daddy, big shark poo-poos”, he said solemnly.
“Mummy? Shark! Big poo-poos!”
We took this moment and ran with it.
“Vince”, Daddy asked him “Does the shark go poo-poo on the potty?”
Vince looked at us disbelievingly “Noo..potty?”
“Vince? The big shark goes poo-poo on the potty. Just like Vincent!” said Mummy, nodding seriously while rearranging those crazy curls of his.
Edward caught my eye during this whole exchange and we both did some telepathy.
Neither of us could believe we were talking about sharks poo-pooing on the potty. I couldn’t believe V was talking about sharks pooing at all. What were we even talking about? This whole conversation is/was so ridiculous.
But at least we were talking about poo?
And so this is why I was excited.