Yes, folks, it’s that time. He needs to be potty trained. I had had just about enough of the whole “diaper” thing and started to think we should start to work on this so he would be trained before he left for college.
I’ll admit I’m totally cheating. Benjamin goes to a great little school during the day so I decided to give myself a break and let them start the fabulous process yesterday. And I’m totally thinking I’ll need the five days of prep time before dealing with it all weekend – because it occurred to me I will literally be held hostage by his butt and not be able to go anywhere since he has to “go” every 30 minutes or so while we try to get this under control.
Makes for an awesome weekend, no?
Yesterday was Day One. He did GREAT. Seriously. Not one accident all school day until he got…. wait for it… IN HIS CARSEAT. Awesome.
We had one additional accident because we “forgot the balls was coming out.” (His words)
He got it right the rest of the afternoon, including the “balls” and also ran around the house telling everyone, “No pishy in Thomas!” (his favorite, most influential underpants)
In further news, he is a big fan of his penis — and likes to hold it whenever possible, now that he has complete access to it. Also awesome.
And, because I needed to amuse myself, if you ask him where the party is, he will tell you “in his pants”.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to stock up on laundry detergent, M&Ms and scotch.