Yesterday was a big day at school indeed. If you've been reading this blog for anytime you know that I've described for you the process of Allie's school potty training for her and class mates. It's quite a production. On either side of a hallway there are bathrooms, one for boys and one for girls. The bathrooms themselves are like narrow hallways with a row of toilets up against one side of the room.
Each morning when the kids arrive, they each take a turn taking a seat on the potty whether they need it or not. Most mornings, Allie doesn't need it. In fact, it took quite awhile for her to get with the program. When the report came the first time she peed on the potty, the Charming and Beautiful Susan and I were ecstatic. She's gone number one several times since. But yesterday we had the pleasure of reliving our excitement over bathroom accomplishments; she pooped on the potty.
I know, these are not the kind of headlines that get above the fold attention, but at our house, this is the kind of feat that gets statues erected. For us, it's like bringing home straight "A's". We run a victory lap. We throw a ticker tape parade. We forget lent and party.