Not everyone. Just you.
Let me start this conversation by saying I am the most reluctant potty trainer you have ever met. Having done my part to potty train other people's children, in at least this aspect of parenting I have an idea of what's in store. I have seen the future, and it is gross. It is full of concrete park bathrooms and trying very hard not to touch anything while listening for a tiny splash to signify victory. It is deciding where to put my other child, who will be sitting but not crawling, while I balance the first precariously on a public toilet, lunch and shopping bags unmanned in the restaurant booth. It is poopy pants instead of poopy diapers. It is wet blue jeans and tears. Boo, I say. Just give me a diaper.
However, I will concede that if my children are still in diapers in junior high school, they will not exactly experience the full measure of joy seventh grade can give. At some point, I'm going to have to plough through one of the messier phases of motherhood and potty train my children.
But I thought I had another year. Little boys take longer to physically develop, right? That's my understanding, and every little boy I know has been closer to three than two before using the potty.
Asher has started telling me when he needs to poop. "Mama! Poo-poo!" and then he'll find a corner. As much as I would like to postpone this phase, it occurs to me that when he is spontaneously telling me what's about to happen, I should probably put him on the potty. At least, this is what I think. Or am I asking for a year long disaster by introducing the potty before he turns two? I don't know. What do you think?