Please, people, hold your applause. The kid is four months shy of his fourth birthday and most potty-training over-achievers are diaperless by two. This kid was determined to do this on his own schedule, taking control of this one thing, regardless of all surrounding him that remained out of control.
You know what? I take that back. Stand up! Give the kid a hearty round!
And then, one day (Friday, February 22nd to be exact), he announced, “I want to wear underpants.”
What? I shook my head a bit.
For a couple months now I had been asking him if he wanted to wear underpants. Daily. This day I had forgotten. Wow. “You want to wear underpants?” I asked, just to be sure I had understood.
“Yes,” he said. “Lightening McQueen underpants.”
Comin’ right up!
And he hasn’t had one single pee-pee accident since (poo remains a mystery, the Poo-Poo Puzzle, as I like to call it).
He’s now obsessed with everything potty related. He announces to complete strangers:
“I’m wearing Happy Feet underpants.”Yes, the boy can be trained.
And to my friend the other day, “I went poop on daddy’s floor.”
And in a crowded grocery aisle (using his outdoor voice), “I HAVE TO GO PEE!” As if inviting people to follow us to the restroom and watch this grand achievement.
Opps. I amend that. The boy can train himself.
Bravo, my big boy. Bravo!