It all started with Puppy.
Puppy was a tee-tiny little plastic dog that Baby thought was the greatest thing ever. It was a fun little thing that she played with while in her car seat. Then one day she threw it somewhere in the back seat and it's so small I've not been able to find it.
So we decided that it would be a good idea to get another, larger animal that would be easier to spot in the back seat. (And that wouldn't give me a pang of panic that she could choke on it.) It was a tough decision, but she picked an animal we both liked. Enter: Tiger.
This is Tiger.
Baby loves Tiger. Tiger doesn't have any other name yet. But it's the favorite toy in the car (for now because let's be honest - she's fickle).
One of the things that Baby will do from time to time is tell me (while I'm driving) that her blanket went poo-poo or that the bear went poo-poo or now that the tiger went poo-poo. Then I say, "Uh-oh! What should we do?" And she says, "I clean it up, Mommy." And then she sings a clean-up song that they sing at day care when they put away toys. This doesn't happen all the time, but it does from time to time. Even blankets have accidents.
Well, since we've gotten Tiger, "Tiger go poo-poo, Mommy" is said much more often than anything went poo-poo before. I didn't know if it was a sign that we're moving closer to trying potty training again, like if she was becoming more self-aware, or if they had been talking more about the potty at day care... but it was strange because she didn't talk about poo-poo all the time -- just when she was in the car. And it peaked within a day of getting Tiger.
Then this weekend I happened to pick up Tiger and noticed this...
It's not poo-poo.
On one hand I'm very excited that Baby is this observant.
On the other, I'm not ready to have this conversation yet! Not with my two year old!!
I plan on letting her think it's poo-poo for at least five more years.
Shoo -- dirty, dirty poo-poo!!