I’d call my 3yo potty trained, but she still has accidents (okay … I’m almost 33 and … I admit it, I’ve had an accident from time to time … okay, maybe it’s genetic … oh shit what I have done to this child?!) occasionally. Very occasionally (you go, girl!). Pee I can deal with.
Poop? Forget it! Throw those nasty underwear away! To quote the mom in Andrea Beatty’s great book “Iggy Peck, Architect,” “That’s disgusting and nasty. It stinks!”
Squishy toddler poop? No thanks, not for me. Never, ever will I understand how people can handle cloth diapers. Are they desensitized? Did their olfactory glands shrivel up due to overexposure to poop?! The sight, the smell … too much for me. Thank God disposable diapers were invented.
For weaklings like me. I admit it.