Boys, of course, will be boys.....

The she-child, who we affectionately refer to as Darth Pumkin, was our first. She's now 4. When she was about 2 1/2, we decided it was time to try to "potty-train" her, we read everything. Talked to everyone. Made absolutely no progress what-so-ever. At 3 she entered a local pre-k. Still not really using the bathroom.

It took less than 5 minutes from another 3 year old little girl to get her to want to use the toilet. We have come to realize, these words of wisdom can only come from an equal. This is also the beginning of Mom and Dad don't know anything. The words so vital to me getting some of my sanity back:

"Only little babies wear diapers to school"

That was all it took. Almost. We still had to work with her on it; but, most importantly, she was wanting and willing to use the toilet.

Enter the boy.

He is now 2, and has shown some interest in using the bathroom. The biggest stumbling block is trying to get him to sit on the toilet. Then came "The Breakthrough".

When we sit down to dinner, the kids are not allowed to leave the table until everyone is finished eating. With the exception of using the bathroom. Well, one night, good 'ol Darth Pumkin had to go. So, she jumps up and at a few decibels below the top of her lungs states "POTTY!".

The boy looks at us and in his own way mumbles something that he thinks means "POTTY!" I get the look from the wife that say: Bring him now!, so I bring him upstairs to where the training seat is. This is where, what I like to call The Enlightenment occurs. I get the friggin' diaper off and him finally on the seat.

Then it settles in to me, moreso than him. The little things in life you may take for granted. Anatomy and toilet training. Darth was only concerned with keeping the parts clean - instilled by her mother, with fear no doubt! :O The boy is sitting there in all his glory, with the soldier at full friggin' attention. XD

• Dad: dude, you're gonna need to push your willie down


• Boy: willie? (or the two year old pronuciation of willie)


• Dad: no, don't say that, mommy will ...oh never mind....just push it down, like this..


• Boy: (taking the bull by the perverbial horns) push?


• Boy: (ear to ear grin) PUSSSHH


• Dad: yes, dude,..... you can touch it

At this point, it all just clicked for him, and went all dowhill for me. I can't go downstairs to answer the phone now without coming back upstairs to find him on the toilet ( or half naked, with his grand plan foiled by daddy) PUSSSHHHHHH! XD I truly have created a monster.....with a willie.

Scott

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