Parting is such sweet sorrow

I've mentioned before that my daughter is a bit OCD and what I witnessed today confirms it. (And I'm not sure where she gets it- just because I need to have the same bike at spinning class each time, sit in the same pew at church every Saturday and even complete my blog reading each day in a rather "methodical" way- it seems so odd she'd be OCD!)

Since being potty trained for nearly 6 months, O has rarely had an accident. And this is where the OCD works in our favor! She HATES messes (except for those involving brownies like the one in this picture), variations on the routine and any kind of removal of said routine. I won't even start to describe the 1/2 hour lucky rabbits foot that is bed time! I silently pray each night as I tiptoe down the stairs that I have remembered every nuance of the routine in fear of the blood curdling scream that happens if one wink of the eye has been omitted.

Well, potty time is not without it's rituals. And I've been seeing this one coming for a few days, but today's addition was one for the record books. She likes to call me to assist on the wipe after a poop has occurred (and I'm all for it- since we all know what happens if there's been a poor wipe!) and after I've swiped a few rounds she likes to say a few words to the poopies or tinkles and then flush and wash. Well today I was on my way out and because I heard her voice becoming a bit muffled, I turned to see what was happening. She had her head- INSIDE- the bowl (gag) and was saying "Bye bye poopies, see you next time, I love you and I'll miss you."

Are you kidding me?? I laughed so hard I nearly tinkled in my own pants. First of all, get your head out of the toilet and second of all- there better not be a next time. One and done with you, Poopies!!! The wishing well of our poop friends is one thing, but "I love you" said about as fondly as is said to me as I leave for the day- a little weird, if not disturbing. We'll see if this new tradition sticks- this one I could truly do without.