On Monday this last week Jodie called. She reported Lydia was experimenting with underwear. Out came my soap box labeled "potty training." After the phone call, I mentioned to my almost 4-year old that Lydia was wearing underwear. She must be bigger than him....yada, yada. The following morning Nathan insisted on the underwear. For two days straight I mopped up pee puddles and changed disgusting underwear. On day three, Mom lost it. The boy with soiled drawers sat on my couch....aaagh. The diapers went back on faster than you could blink and the new nerf shooter did the disappearing act. Day four dawned. I was not saying anything about those dreaded underwear. My boy bounded out of bed and pulled on the underwear himself. By the afternoon, we had a soiled mound on my sidewalk. I trotted him out to the hose and cleaned him up and said we will repeat this until he uses the toilet. I have experienced potty training with seven other children and NEVER have I been so vexed. Now it is day seven and my boy is a successful toilet man.
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