Chickie loves construction equipment. Which means she loves the Bob the Builder TV show and characters. My friend Karen recently hooked me up with a box of "boy toys" that Chickie will love, including several small, die-cast Bob the Builder vehicles--cool, quality, metal toys. I've told Chickie she can choose one of them when she poops in the potty for the first time. I'm certainly not above a bribe...um, I mean, a reward.
Today we were at Goodwill and I saw a plastic backhoe toy, about a foot long. Of course, since it was Goodwill, the price was right, so we went home with it. Chickie was psyched. She started calling it Muck (who is actually Bob the Builder's bulldozer, not his backhoe, but it's still a good name).
A little while after we got home, I looked over to see Chickie standing at the breakfast room window. Chickie standing at a window means one thing. It's her special place. She's creating a lovely gift in her diaper that Mommy will soon be unwrapping. Get out the wipes and haz-mat masks.
"Chickie," I said encouragingly, "would you like to poopie in the potty so that you can choose a Bob the Builder toy?"
"No thank you, Mommy!" she replied politely. "I got Muck! I got big Muck!"
So let me get this straight. Brilliant Mommy bought Chickie a construction toy that, being bigger than her die-cast Bob toys, is better in her toddler mind. And brilliant Mommy gave it to her, no strings attached.
My apologies to her future college roommate, whoever you are. Because I'm convinced I'll be changing her diapers until the day she leaves home, and after that...it'll be your turn.