He mislead me. He spent one whole day going to stores, sitting in his car seat, sitting in my lap, and he never had an accident. I thought to myself, "Wow, this is going to be one of the easy ones." Then there is today.
He has new undies, stickers for the potty chart, and M&M's for the poopy reward. This is exciting stuff. At least it should be.
I on the other hand am not excited about the things that go along with a potty trained toddler. Things such as public restrooms that are infested with germs. I took him to the potty at Walmart, and they have self flushing POWER toilets. It almost sucked him in. If I wouldn't have been holding on to his hands to try to keep him from touching everything in sight he would be gone. I loath public restroom, thankful for them, but loath them for their germs.
And then there is the baby factor. He tells me he wants a diaper because he wants to be a baby. He has a cup that he wants because he says it is a baby cup. He is rebelling against the system.
He is being a booger. But, I am a successful potty trainer. Just ask my teenagers. They would tell you I have done a fine job in this area. So, I will press on and try not to gag at the obvious mishaps of potty training a stubborn little boy.
Here are the boys. Ian has to have some kind of number on his shirt everyday. He gets up at the same time everyday, gets dressed in matching clothes before he comes downstairs, puts on his soccer stuff, and plays outside most of the day. I wonder if wearing soccer cleats everyday, most of the day, can deform your feet. I guess time will tell.
