We're sort of trying to do the whole potty training thing around here.
I say sort of, because the baby has decided that he is ready to go pee on the potty, but the mommy around here just isn't quite up for it yet. Diapers are simply too convenient when you'd rather nap than pull pants down or off and lift a two-year-old onto the toilet to do his business and then dress him back up again.
Today, Number Four decided it was time to go and did half of my job for me. He was already upstairs with his pants off when he yelled down, "Mom, I go pee!"
Knowing older brother (age 7) was already upstairs (in the wrong place at the right time) I yelled back, "Have your brother put you on the toilet!"
There was a brief pause and then he replied, "No! He too young!"
The intelligence he gets from me. The wit is from his father.
And believe me, I recognize that I'm doomed with this one. I will win no arguments once he adds "whatever" to his vocabulary. Hopefully he'll be potty trained by then.
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