Today was deemed no more diapers day. I'm potty training my 2/12 yr old and it's killing me. I spent my day alternately squatting on a toddler footstool, while cheering on a tiny penis and cleaning said toddler after a misplaced urin incident.
My resolve is beginning to wain. Maybe I should let Harrison's future wife potty train him?! Or I could put him outside like I do with our pug when she has diarrhea. Anything seems more logical than trying to convince my little primate that sitting on the potty is way more fun than the myriad other activities he has going on.
He's not that gullible. So exactly who is being trained here? Me. It's definitely me.
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