bathroom

i bought a new potty for my kids and placed it in the bathroom. my daughter walked in and sat on it. knock-knock, who is there? - asked my son. it’s your sister on the potty. can i come in? - asked my son. sure, come on in. he walked in and sat on the step-stool. the kids started playing. knock-knock, who is there? – asked my husband home early off his work. we all are. can i come in? – asked my husband. sure, go ahead. he walked in, and sat on the lid of the toilet. they started reading books. knock-knock, who is there? – asked my mother visiting today..

that is our current life. bathroom is our family room, bathroom is our lounge room. we spend hours in there. we do everything in there. another potty (the same as the potty that both of the kids like) will be delivered to us next week. i am not sure where i will find room for it in there.

they build themselves a better bigger bathroom and all fit in there perfectly, - is an unlikely ending of this one.

we like potty training. how long does it take again?