You gotta know when to hold ’em.

I was online window shopping last night and found what may possibly be the most retarded (yeah, I said retarded) product ever.  I was on www.onestepahead.com  searching for potty training stuff, since I’m hoping to have Andrew out of diapers sometime between now and when he starts dating, and Kim had told me about a toddler urinal, so I looked it up ’cause I only know about girl stuff.  I thought the toddler urinal (yes, you can wall-mount it) was the dumbest thing I’d seen, but, no — it gets better.  I Googled potty training and hit on a site which will remain nameless because  no one should buy this product.  It’s the potty for your little gambler-in-training.  Let’s take a look.

Oh, yes, it’s a slot-potty!  For those who want to bring a little Vegas into the bathroom,  just pull the one-armed bandit and see what comes out if you win!   Everyone’s a winner!  My only regret in finding this little gem is that I didn’t get to give this as a gift to all friend’s 2 year-olds.  I might have to send it to an old friend who’s boy just turned 2.  Nothing says Happy Belated Birthday like a slot machine potty.  I’m pretty sure Brad Pitt has this in his kids’ bathroom to remind him of his times filming the Ocean’s series of fine films.   I just realized the only thing that could make this item better is if it came with a roll of dollar-bill-on-a-roll toliet paper.  Now that’s a quality product, there.  I think the slot potty, money tp, an Elvis ’68 comeback special cd, and a roll of quarters as potty-training incentive would be the best gift ever.  Oh, and free watered-down drinks served mom in a coctail waitress uniform.