Potty Training Aint For Sissies!

The following took place withing the last 15mins and was too amusing not to share; I'll catch up on life another time.


My darling, brown-eyed, impish 3yr old who has been potty training for the better part of an year and a half came into my room a short time ago saying (and I shall spell it as you would hear it), "Mom, I assidentawee peed Gabbie's foor" Me, not remembering that he was in undies today said, "WHAT?" I looked and realized he was indeed wet. I cleaned him up with a few reminders about how I told him only about 10mins before that what a good idea it would be to check the potty. How it feels like he doesn't seem to care if he uses the potty etc. Nothing harsh or derogatroy. After cleaning him up and putting on fresh undies, we went into Gabbie's room where he pointed out his mess. Exhibit B...Lake Peesalot lay before me and let's just say that I got there just in time. Upon cleaning it up, I asked my dear brown-eyed boy in a somewhat exasperated, but deflated tone, "Nikolas John-Paul, what am I going to do with you?"
His reply came with that doe-eyed look of innocence, "Momma, you gone keep me." As I tried to hide a smile I asked, "I am? Why?' And just as innocently, but with a hint of certainty he told me, "Cause I ohways say sohwee to you evwee day."

Beat THAT logic! LOL

He will eventually potty train and we'll look back on this and laugh. Of course I may be in "the home" by then and I won't know what the hell I'm laughing at, but it will still be funny somehow.

Smile, it's good for your heart :-)