Just Potty
Teresa’s daughter was always a handful, but then she came unstuck…
If there was the smallest chance to get into some mischief, my three year old daughter, Kyla, would find a way. I could turn my back for just two seconds, and Kyla would immediately strip off, dig out her felt tip pens and turn herself into a human colouring book.
‘Oh Kyla,’ I sighed, trying to hold back giggles as I wondered how I was going to get the splodges of ink off her entire body.
My two older children, Liam, 15, and Katelyn, 13, adored their little sister. The cheeky monkey had been keeping us all entertained from the moment she was born. And once Kyla started talking, there was no stopping her confident attitude from taking over our house. ‘Get to your bed!’ she’d bark at her big brother Liam, posed with her hands on her hips. Last November, though, she really outdid herself. After bath and PJS, we were cuddling in front of the telly. Liam was upstairs playing his video games and Katelyn was out with friends, so it was just the two of us relaxing a bit before bed. Halfway through watching some cartoons, Kyla jumped up to use the potty. She’d been potty-training for three months. We kept one in the living room because she had a habit of holding on until the very last minute. Once she’d finished, I pulled out the bowl insert and took it to the bathroom to empty. As I turned back to Kyla, I did a double take.
‘Mummy, I’m stuck!’ she yelped, head jammed through the hole of her upside-down pink potty.
I rolled my eyes. ‘Come here,’ I giggled.
Carefully, I pulled the potty, but the plastic was stuck fast around her chatterbox head.
I panicked and raced off to grab some washing-up liquid, but despite covering Kyla in it, the potty didn’t budge.
Liam walked in and burst out laughing.
‘This is serious,’ I said, trying to hold back my own chuckles.
As a last resort, I dialled 999.
Three burley firefighters arrived.
‘We can’t forget this!’ one of them giggled, pulling out his phone and taking a picture of Kyla with the potty stuck firmly around her head.
As we distracted Kyla with a bit of TV, a firefighter snipped away at the plastic, and within minutes, she was finally free.
Kyla was so proud of the drama that she told everyone about it!
‘You should have kept my potty!’ she told me, crossly, wanting it as a souvenir of her adventure.
But what better way to remember the potty pickle she got in to than the hilarious photos? One day, I’ll get my own back!
I yanked and pulled but it wouldn’t budge