There's A Special Place In Hell For Moms Who Lie To Other Moms

By Raakhee Mirchandani for Elle Magazine

A few months ago, a friend said she potty trained her daughter in a single weekend. I myself was a few weeks into the toilet training ordeal with my own toddler, bribing her with everything from chocolates and Elmo videos to a selection of fresh-out-the-box toys, including a massive plastic Doc McStuffins veterinary clinic that took my husband an hour to put together. I briefly considered giving her $100 per toilet turd.

So, when that same friend asked how the potty training was going, I did the unthinkable. I smiled, tossed my hair and lied. "So great! It's actually not that bad." (Full disclosure: It took us SIX WEEKS and 17 bottles of wine to get our obstinate angel to join the civilized world and use a toilet.) I don't know why I did it, it sort of just happened. And it felt dirty.