The Chamber Pot

Katrina likes to order things online and have them sent to my office, as we don't have a doorman to receive packages. Last week, a little potty showed up. As much as I wanted to lament that toilets were being delivered to my office, I had to take the pragmatist stance that it just doesn't fit into our mail slot. I thought for sure it would need batteries or something. However, it turns out the kiddie crapper seems to be the only mainstay of child rearing that hasn't fallen victim to 21st century bells and whistles. No Dora The Explorer Outhouses with flushing sound effects, etc. Cowards. They put their brand on everything else. Montezuma's Revenge comes from Dora's home country, doesn't it? But no, the junior commode is the same as it was thirty years ago. No accessories like plumbed lines, disinfectant pouches, or mini-Charmin.

Apparently, the timing was right for delivery of this thing because Alina used it for the first time, this morning. Katrina had to work at 7am today so everyone was up early. Alina's diaper was dry so Katrina thought that this would be a good time for a test run. She sat her down on it and turned on the faucet. You know, to set the mood. And boo-ya! Success! Deposit! Numero Uno! Good job, baby! Of course, no one will find this nearly as exciting as we did. But I suppose it can be a different answer to the arbitrary 'How was your weekend' question I get at the office.