(I miss the obnoxious old Netscape scroll tag.)
GREY POOPED IN THE POTTY!!!
I REPEAT: GREY POOPED IN THE POTTY!
It was even a for real poop. I knew he was about to poop. (There are tells.) So I wouldn’t stop talking to him until he got on the potty. (When he poops he wants privacy and quiet. Don’t we all?) I provided him with reading materials and left him alone. And lo! There was poop! And pee! In the potty!
Of course he got ice cream and candy and several phone calls to relatives.
I think that in a few weeks diapers will just go away for any time he’s not sleeping and we will all have to learn to adjust or deal with the consequences.
Yes, I have become THAT person.
In other news, Patrick (the birthday cake version) did not turn out as well as I was hoping. One can only pray that a three year old will not notice. In reality, a three year old is at just the right stage of honesty and verbality to tell me it sucks if it does.
Also, we had pancakes for dinner.
Further bulletins as exciting events warrant.