Potty Genius Blog
The Unexplained Potty Accident: How Potty Training Never Stops
My wife thought someone spilled a drink. I thought someone had a bathroom accident. I never realized that someone would be my daughter who had been potty trained for nearly two years at this point, but I was wrong. In the rush of the day and the excitement of the train set, my daughter had an accident, and a bad one at that.
by David Stegon
David Stegon is a writer, editor, and father of two based in Virginia. He has written for traditional and digital publications for the past 13 years. David holds a bachelor's degree in journalism from Temple University and a master's degree in journalism from Columbia University.
It had already been a long day, and it was barely past noon. My wife and I had driven nearly two hours for our son to see a specialist about his ongoing torticollis, a fairly common yet troublesome problem where the muscles in one side of his neck caused his head to tilt. As he was set to end physical therapy (thanks, insurance!) we were encouraged to see this doctor to determine future treatment options. So we made the appointment, drove to the medical center, found parking, didn’t really find lunch, and headed into the waiting area just a few minutes later. My then 4-year-old daughter headed over to the play area. There were lots of toys and books to catch her attention, but she instantly fell in love with a large train set. We checked in for our appointment and took a deep breath while waiting to be called. And then we saw a puddle. At first, my wife thought someone spilled a drink. I thought someone had a potty accident. I never realized that someone would be my daughter who had been potty trained for nearly two years at this point, but I was wrong.
