Potty Talk

Disclaimer: The following content is rated P. For Parental. If you are not a parent of a small child, you may wish to skip this entry. As it may cause some of you weaker-stomached people to think twice about becoming a parent.

Let me just preface this by saying: Yes, both of my girls are potty trained. But no, I'm yet to trust them to wipe their own rear ends. Because I actually want them to be clean. And because I prefer everything to end up inside the toilet. Call me crazy. Call me controlling. Call me obsessive. I prefer to dub me 'hygenic'.

So anyway, we have this ritual. The girls go potty and then they'll call me in to wipe them. I usually walk in to the bathroom to a little bare bottom up in the air, as they bend over waiting patiently. It's actually kind of endearing. In a parental sort of way. *grin*

Today has proven no different: Selah runs by yelling, "I have to go potty!"

"Okay, just tell me when you need me."

Maybe three seconds pass. "Mommy!!!!!!! I go potty!!"

I walk in facing the normal butt shot. Proceed through the routine. And then from upside down, Selah yells up: "Mommy, say 'Look at that beautiful hinney!'"

I laughed, thinking either my child has an uncanny sense of in-born self-confidence or, unknown to me, this is a part of her daddy's potty routine with her. So I ask "Is that what daddy says?"

Not wavering in confidence and completely not seeing the humor in it, she sweetly says "Yep!" I wipe her cute little hindend, as I continue to laugh to myself at this little daddy-daughter interaction.

"Mooommmmeey!" she says, interrupting my run-away thoughts. "You didn't say 'that beautiful hinney!'"

Oh. How could I forget. :)

I love how much confidence these little girls are getting from their daddy. I mean, what woman loves the image of her rear?! I've read that even Shania Twain has said something to the extent of "no woman wants to see a picture of herself walking away."

I'm not one to disgree with that. But maybe, just maybe, there are a precious few of you out there that are thinking to yourselves: "Actually I don't mind my butt shot." And to you, I say, you are either:
1. 14 years old
2. have not had the honor of multiple pregnancies OR
3. had an amazing Daddy, who gushed all over you as a little girl. and therefore have the kind of unwaivering confidence that my girls easily claim.

I love my husband. He's so good for my little girls...and their rock solid body image. May they forever hold onto the assurance that they are beautiful. Every angle of them. *laughing*