He potty trained himself in the last few days. I didn't use a timer, I didn't have a party, I didn't do a single thing except bribe him a bit with M-n-M's and convince him that since he was wearing Scooby undies, he shouldn't poop on Scooby...
That conversation went a little like this...
Me: "So, Sammy. Look! Your underwear has Scooby on it! I have a question...Would Scooby poop on you?"
Sam: "NO!"
Me: "Well then, you certainly shouldn't poop on Scooby then! It would be really rude."
Sam: shaking his head yes and looking very serious...
Me: "Where do you put your poo poo?"
Sam: "In the toilet!!!" (pronounced emphatically...TOY-let! love this kid...)
Me: "Will you poop on Scooby?"
Sam: "NO!"
Me: "If you go the whole day without pooping on Scooby, I'll buy you a light saber! And I'll buy Max one too so you can battle each other!"
Sam: "Mommy, I have my light saber now?"
Me: "Only if you don't poop on Scooby!"
End result? One whole day of no pooping/peeing on Scooby which resulted in $40 spent on light sabers...
Today? Scooby got pooped on.
I am laughing my butt off right now, since I was happily shopping alone at the commissary while my sweet, unsuspecting husband was trapped in the PX food court bathroom with our 2 sons, one who had pooped on Scooby and the other one who just has to poop in public. (Flashback to yesterday when I was trapped in the Rack Room Shoes bathroom while both my boys AND MERCY had to poop.)
I am seriously not making this up. I could not possibly make this up.
I really do love my life. Especially now that it doesn't involve diapers...
Maybe it's time for #6 & 7?
I'm leaving the little years kicking and screaming, so if anyone would like to send me #6 & 7, please feel free to drop them off with a change of clothes and lots of little angel kisses.
I think I am officially insane.
Happy August! Enjoy the last moments of summer, they'll be gone in a flash! Just like my little years.
*sad face*
love,
tiff
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