... I can eat anywhere!
This morning, I asked Kakak to make 2 pieces of french toast for me. While I was eating the first piece, CE came to me, touching his backside and said, "sai sai". So I gobbled down that piece I was holding and brought him upstairs. I quickly took off his pants (it was clean, good!) and put him on the toilet seat.
He's quite alright with his big business. He can tell when he needs to poo and normally won't soil his pants. But if Kakak's the one looking after him when he has the urge, sometimes he won't tell her till it's too late. I don't know why but he doesn't like Kakak to accompany him in the toilet, unlike last time with the previous Kakak. She used to accompany him every morning while he's sitting on the toilet seat.
As I was quite hungry, I brought my bread upstairs and ate in the room. With the attached bathroom door open, I can see him clearly. Some of you may feel disgusted eating so near to the toilet (with someone doing his big business some more) but I'm okay with it. Well, he's my flesh and blood and more importantly, I couldn't smell anything. hahaha It'd be interesting to know, how does motherhood (or fatherhood) change your perspective about disgusting things or situations?