Son #2 admires his older brother and wants to be just as independent. Sadly, Son #2 is only two years old. His older brother, Son #1, is an agile seven year old that jumps, climbs, runs, rides, scales, and slides across many different things inside and outside of the house. Of course, Son #2 wants to do it all, too. When I try to help my youngest son, he screams. "No! I wanna do it!" He is even becoming more independent about using the restroom or taking a bath. I'm very proud of his new found independence yet sometimes I wish he would let me help him.
A couple days ago, Son #2 danced into the living room holding the front side of his pants. "I need to go potty." He announced with a little smile on his face.
I jumped up from my chair and cried. "Run, Baby! Hurry! Let's go potty!"
Son #2 ran quickly to the bathroom and waited at the door until I turned on the light. Then, he pulled down his pants and underwear. I began to lift the lid of the toilet when my youngest son yelled. "No! I wanna do it!"
"Fine." I said as I rolled my eyes. "You do it."
Son #2 pushed the lid up and cheered. "I did it!"
I smiled sweetly at my young son. "Hurray! You did it! Now, get on the potty."
Son #2 scooted onto the toilet and proceeded to poop and pee into the toilet bowl. He grinned proudly. "I did it! Oh! Wow! Look at the poo poo in the potty!"
"Good job!" I said. "You're such a big boy!" I helped him wipe and then I reached around him to flush the toilet.
Immediately, Son #2 scowled and fussed. "No, Mama! I wanna do it!"
"But it's all gone. You can flush the toilet next time." I consoled as Son #2 wiped tears from his eyes.
Son #2 slowly pulled his face up from his hands. He looked into the toilet bowl once more and then shouted angrily. "I want my poo poo back!"