Tucker is starting to have a very slight (almost nonexistent) interest in the potty. He is interested in joining us when we need to go, and he is curious to watch the process. In an effort to teach him the importance of flushing, and in my unabashed attempts to make things fun, I have encouraged him to wave and say "Bye!" as we flush the toilet.
So... perhaps I should have given that decision a little more thought before I made it a routine. And what a joyful, loud routine it is.
I had both boys in the bathroom stall with me at the library today. (Let's just take a moment to show our gratitude for stalls with handicap accessibility, and therefore their roominess for a double stroller.) When Tucker and I are in any kind of public restroom together, my mantra is, "Don't touch anything. Don't touch anything. Don't touch anything." I chant this to him... perhaps I should write a little song about it. I just might.
Anyway, we are rarely discreet in our toddler/baby/stroller entourage, but I do try to keep things low key, especially in the restroom, and especially in the library restroom. Librarians and their faithful friends are not known for their congeniality and senses of humor.
All of that to say, as I flushed the toilet, Tucker shouted at the toilet bowl, "Bye! Bye! Bye!"
Great. At least he knows that the very next step is to wash hands, which is more than I can say for some other little boys I know.