Tennessee is having an on again off again relationship with the potty. He gets very excited to wear underpants. He struts around the house telling everyone and everything about his big boy underwear. He pees in the potty a few times and crows about it. Then, there might be an accident, maybe a bit of pee down the leg…and he is completely over underwear. He must have a diaper! NOW! I use all of my Perry Mason style skills of persuasion to convince him that a little pee in a shoe among friends is no big deal, don’t worry little guy, you’ll get it, come on, relax, who need diapers? Then he storms off to put on his own diaper.
The other day we were reading some books and chatting and I brought up The Potty. I told him that everybody has accidents when they are learning. He asked me if Santa Claus could have a sleep-over at our house. Subject officially changed. I am thinking that when we get home from vacation, we will run out of diapers. Forever.
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