This potty training thing has certainly proven to be a process of trial and error for both child and parent.
I imagine it’s easiest teaching a boy to first master using the pot from a seated position for all his purposes.
Inevitably though, a boy is going to begin experimenting with peeing standing up. It’s in our nature and I usually get some strange sense of pride to know that my son is learning to pee like a man already….usually.
However, my toddler just attempted a skill shot from about four and a half feet back; a place at the very edge of our bathroom that will now be forever referred to as the three point line.
It was an attempt the likes of which I have never seen performed by a sober person.
Believe me, I tried to stop him, but by the time I realized what he was going to do, it was already too late.
There was a moment; a proud astonished moment where (while looking completely relaxed as if he’d performed this amazing feat a thousand times) the trajectory had been estimated perfectly, arcing in; nothing but net.
Then he got cocky. A slight sway of the hips that began turning an otherwise glorious moment to chaos and then a panicked over-correcting that marred this day with tragedy.
My foot was peed upon.
Everything was peed upon.
This is why disinfecting wipes exist. If you’re a parent, get some. Keep them handy.
This will happen to you.