Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Peter Piper Picked a Potty
Posted by Andie V. @ 9:44 AM
Peter Potty Toddler Urinal
Ages 18 mos and up
Ed. Note: Since I don’t have a son, I begged my pal Andie to write this review. Thanks, Andie!
Name aside, this Peter Potty is pretty hilarious—I get laughs from friends and strangers who venture into my bathroom to discover a pint-sized urinal. “That’s the coolest potty I’ve ever seen!” is the usual response, especially if it’s a guy. Potty training, however, is no laughing matter. It’s a pain in the ass (pun unavoidable), especially when you have a little guy who gets too caught up in his playing to hear his inner bodily fluid warning siren. Enter the Peter Potty. In the middle of playing with Thomas trains? No problem—standing and aiming a penis into a potty is way cooler than pushing Thomas through a tunnel. Right in the middle of building a block tower? Never fear—the Peter Potty has a working flusher that operates from a refillable water reservoir.
The potty can stand alone (as long as you place it against a wall) and can also be mounted to the wall. Either way, the height adjuster is always accessible and adjustable. I left it standing and it works fine. The pee and water go down into a catch bucket that holds up to several pees (less if you have a kid who can’t get enough flushing action). The Peter Potty gets stinky if you don’t dump the waste water daily and then wipe it down inside and out with a good cleanser. But who doesn’t clean their potties regularly anyway? It takes only a minute if you have those cleanser wipes. I guess one other thing to note is the base didn’t exactly hook into place easily (just *my* luck, probably). But it was no biggie—my husband doesn’t call me McGirlver for nothing—I simply squeezed the space in question with some pliers and it hooked up fine. Other than that little snafu, it’s been wonderful.
All of my son’s toddler girlfriends want to try it*—they don’t quite understand the concept at first. I love how they drop trou and try to straddle it by backing up into it and look confused when their bottoms meet the back of the urinal sooner than expected. Our preschool teacher said it’s a great way for the guys and girls to learn the differences between their anatomy, and it seems to be the case. I’m just happy that my little guy now takes a whiz on *any* type of potty without my reminders. Well, most of the time.
*Ed. Note: When Sy and I go over to Andie’s house, Sy looks at the urinal and says, “Only for penises.” She alway sounds very disappointed.