Shake, Shake, Shake

After my heavy post from last night, I needed to share something a little light-hearted. (It is more potty humor, sorry!)

Last week when I went to pick P up from therapy, his Occupational Therapist was giggling.
"P told us all today about how boys have to shake after they tee-tee on the potty, but girls wipe." (Ah, the joys of raising mixed gender multiples!)

I laughed along with her, then asked if he had demonstrated.

"No, fortunately not."

It is too bad. She missed the funniest part. Although he knows that he is supposed to 'shake.' He doesn't understand what, why or how. When he finishes going to the potty, he climbs down, goes to the center of the room, bends his knees slightly, puts his hiney in the air and shakes his bootie like he is doing a little dance. All the while chanting, "Shake. Shake. Shake."

Then, with a look of smug satisfaction he pulls up his pants and proceeds to wash his hands.