She looked me dead in the eye, pointed to the living room carpet, and said:
When Melody said "Melody marks poop," she wasn't being gross. She was taking ownership. She was claiming her territory like a tiny, diaper-wearing wolf. melody marks poop
We cleaned the carpet. We lit a candle. Melody is now 17 and applying for colleges. She doesn’t remember saying it, but I had it cross-stitched onto a pillow for her dorm room. She looked me dead in the eye, pointed
At first, I panicked. Had she drawn on the wall with a crayon that looked suspiciously like a tootsie roll? Had she turned the potty chair into an abstract art studio? We cleaned the carpet
No. She was being literal. And frankly, brilliant.
Have you ever had a "Melody Marks" moment in your house? Tell me your war stories in the comments below. Misery loves company.
If you are a parent of a toddler, you know that potty training comes with its own secret language. You know what "the grunt" means. You know what "the waddle" means. But last Tuesday, my two-year-old, Melody, invented a new phrase that stopped me dead in my tracks.