Potty

Yesterday’s corner time: 6 Minutes.

Becca is currently undergoing potty training. I’m not quite sure why she requires extra tuition as she’s completely mad already.

For example, whilst on holiday, Becca developed an unnatural fear of snails. The merest glimpse would result in hissing and screaming. And that was just the snails. Becca would become virtually catatonic.

I don't know why they instil such terror but I assume that it’s not their pace or their penchant for springing surprise ambushes.

Naturally, I was very sympathetic and decided that aversion therapy was her best bet. However, initial results were not promising.

One morning, I collected all the snails that I could find and lined them up on the patio. As Becca emerged through the back door, I gave the order for them to charge.

Becca froze on the spot. Her stare fixed firmly on the line of advancing molluscs. She could see that she would soon be surrounded.

Three hours later, two of the more athletic specimens were beginning to bear down on their objective. Unfortunately, this turned out to be a shady spot to the left of Becca.

My experiment had failed. Becca’s phobia is now worse than ever. But, on the upside, I now have the garden to myself.

Matthew.