Short Stories by 5th

The Potty, By Faye McMillan

Well, let me start off by introducing myself. My name is Jaiya, and I’m two-years-old. I have a mother, a father, an older brother, and a sister who live at home with me. And since I’m in my ‘terrible two’s’, it’s time for me to become a big girl. That’s right! I have to start using…the potty, or as you big people call it, ‘The Toilet’.

Now, you probably know that it’s hard for me to just get up and stop going on myself because you had to do the same thing, and it didn’t happen overnight.

“You’re getting too old to still wear diapers,” my mom and dad would say to me all the time. But, I’ve gotten so used to someone coming to change me that I don’t even want to go to the potty ‘cause I’m going to have to do it by myself. And I’m a really lazy toddler. But, you have to do what you have to do, and starting to use ‘The Toilet’ is what I have to do.

Well, today is Dooms Day. This morning my mom woke me up and exclaimed, “It’s the big day!”

I have to go to the bathroom, just not on myself this time. I think I can deal with the fact that I have to sit on a seat with a hole in it until something comes out of me. I just hope whatever comes out, comes out quick and fast!

5 MINUTES LATER

Still, nothing I’ve been sitting for what seems like an eternity.

WAIT! Trickle, Trickle, Trickle!

“Mommy! Daddy! I did it! I went in the potty…I mean, the ‘toilet.’

Surprisingly, I’m kind of glad that I know how to go to the bathroom by myself. Now, I don’t have to feel like my bottom half is in a shallow, muddy puddle. This is one of the best days of my life! I’m finally a big girl! I know how to use the potty!