So, you're a big boy now. You're just shy of three and you've managed to use the toilet on several occasions at your own request. So, we embarked on the great task of potty-training.
The thing is... your aim is a little off. We started out sitting, but you like to do it "like Daddy." You also have miniature toilets at school and see your friends standing "like Daddy" there too. So, we're trying to do it the big boy way.....
~and hosing down the walls. Making puddles in the corners. Spraying your arms. Heck, you even shot yourself in the forehead... {as you were peering over that big belly trying to determine which direction to aim}. We've tried Cheerios as "targets." We've tried standing on stools & books. You're tall enough. We just need to master the equipment.
Seems like it's a "trial and error" thing. As child #2, you were another easy potty-trainer. You've got it down, and haven't had any accidents. Well, that is.. except for what we like to call - "the misfires!"
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