I decided to potty train Henry this week. He turned three. It seemed like a great idea. It was an even better idea when I received a call asking me to come to work part-time on an interim basis (filling in for someone until the agency can hire a full-time person). I leave Henry with the sitter for half the day and they have to deal with wet pants. Perfect!
At the beginning of the week I was on the phone and mentioned that maybe I would throw some Cheerios in the toilet to give Henry something to aim his pee stream at. Apparently he was listening. Yesterday he was deep in thought and I asked him what was on his mind. He replied, "Mom-mom. Cheerios do not go in the toilet. Please. Do not put them in the toilet. They do not go in the toilet. No. Not at all. No, Mom-mom. Please."
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