Friday, May 23, 2008
I give up!
After weeks of potty training, I'm ready to concede. Timothy wins. Just now, he called me to show that he had used the potty. What I found were several Capri Sun straws, a plastic coin and my toothbrush, all bobbing merrily in the potty. For all I care, he can go to his high school graduation in diapers. There, I've said it.