Smear campaign

The path to toilet training is full of risks and perils. Be forewarned! Once the nappy is off, we are down the point of no return.

Our townhouse in Marsfield is fully carpeted. This afternoon, Tonton was in the courtyard watering the plants, EggEgg (wearing training pants) was sitting in the doorway admiring his Daddy. I was chatting with a friend Yat Sun on the couch.

Suddenly, I noticed that my friend's face has turned pale. He was too shocked for words, and pointed frantically to the direction of where EggEgg is sitting. I was way too short-sighted to notice anything amiss.

"What?" "There! There!"

A massive, 3-D lump of poo has squirted out of his pants! EggEgg is so relaxed, half dazed by the afternoon sun.

Red Alert!! I jumped and carried EggEgg up 14 stairs into the bathroom, at an arms length. Tonton rushed to grab the carpet cleaner, vacuum cleaner, sponge cloth before the soil seeps in. Worse than the carpet damage itself, my friend has been traumatized for life, swearing that he'll keep his kids in nappy for a long long time if he ever have kids.

Such a grand opening to the "smear campaign" that we'll be facing in days to come, until EggEgg becomes fully toilet trained...