This ugly little beast is one of Hank’s squirty bath toys. It’s one of a set of ten similarly goofy looking plastic critters, and Hank’s favorite, or at least his favorite of the day. This morning during his bath, I started singing “Rocky Raccoon.” (I would not have believed there was anyone in this country who does not know that song, but one of my college friends tells me she’s never heard it, so this YouTube video is for you, Christine.)
It’s not the most toddler-appropriate song, but I grew up listening to this, and the Who’s Tommy rock opera (which features child sex abuse as a pivotal plot point), and the Grateful Dead’s Casey Jones (about getting high and crashing a train), and look how well I turned out. Anyway, Hank loves it. Interestingly, he did not latch on to the catchy refrain, but rather the part where Rocky says, “I’ll be better, I’ll be better, Doc, as soon as I am able.” Only Hank spent all day saying, “I’ll be back, I’ll be back,” like a little tiny Terminator. So funny!
And on the potty training front, he’s had huge success today: he’s gone on the potty five times in one day. Something must have finally clicked in his brilliant little mind, since this is miles and miles better than his once-every-day-or-so potty successes up to this point.
-C.
