After all attempts to potty train my son, I was very frustrated and he was uncooperative.  Two events will forever be burned in my mind and because of the humiliation he put me through as a very young mother, now that he is an adult I will never let him forget it either. 

We were very poor, but at the time we didn’t know we were.  I had purchased a potty chair at a second hand store and it had a metal potty that attached from underneath of the chair.  My very limited knowledge of training a boy to use his new used potty chair were almost nil.  Unfortunately I didn’t have DR PHIL to teach me what to do and by this time my very young mother had already passed away so I decided I should just sit him on the potty until he decided to use the darn thing.  His older sister (15 months older) had been a breeze, but I had tried everything with him.  So I sat him on the potty chair in the bathroom and told him not to come out of the bathroom until he used the potty.  Of course I had to take him back to the bathroom several times with the same instructions.  Suddenly his sister came screaming into the living room exclaiming “You are not going to believe what he has done now.”  She was right, I looked at my son and he had put the metal potty on his head.  I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.  I started to take the potty off his head and it was hopelessly stuck there.  I tried everything to get it off to no avail.  So at last hope I called his pediatricians office.  The receptionist got him on the phone, after the doctor finished laughing hyterically ( I didn’t think there as anything funny in the situation) he instructed me to bring him to the office and he would get it off for me.

Well there again was a problem because he didn’t have a vehicle.  So off I went with two kids in tow to get on a public bus to take him to the doctor.  I decided I didn’t want people asking stupid questions so I made him a mask from a brown paper sack and put it on his head.  It’s funny now but it sure wasn’t then.  We rode the bus as close to the doctor’s office as we could get, but we still had to walk almost a mile.  I would carry one child and then the other and by the time we got there I was carrying both of them and one with a metal pot stuck on his head.  I really could not imagine what I had done that was so bad that I deserved this punishment.