Good gift, bad gift

For all of our similarities, Hillary and I disagree quite a lot. The need for sappy goodbyes, the musical talents of boy bands and the validity of footie pajamas as more than bedtime wear are just a few things we don't see eye to eye on.

We found another one this weekend: Giving a potty as a gift.

While Peanut isn't quite ready to be potty trained, I do want her to become familiar with the concept. I thought we would give her a potty for Christmas. When I told Hillary this over the weekend, you would have thought I said I was giving my darling nothing for Christmas. She was Appalled. I think the words "crass and crude" actually came out of her mouth.

It's not like I'm giving a toilet to my mother so that she can plant flowers in them for display in her front yard.

Hillary still thought it was a terrible idea even though she admitted The Boy's toilet was probably his favorite thing.

So what's the problem? I wouldn't just gift wrap a bed pan. I planned to get one of the fun ones that sing and looked like a little throne (even though that is disturbing to me).

Turns out the point is moot. Peanut told us for the first time this morning that she had "poo." So we've decided not to wait until Christmas and just get a potty now to see how she does.

When I sent Hillary a message about this she responded, "Good. No child should have to unwrap a toilet on Christmas morning."