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.


Christina said...

You can hire trained professionals to come into your house and help you housebreak a dog. I think they should offer this same service for little boys.

Lista said...

Well, I tried that. Now he just whines at the back door when he needs to go. Not quite sure that was the result I was looking for.

sheboz said...