Last Wednesday morning, Victor told his babysitter that he wanted to wear underwear. He went to his drawer, chose some drawers, and put them on. A short time later, he had an accident in the dining room. When I came home, he had been changed and cleaned up, and he had also successfully used the toilet.
Since he hadn't used a toilet in months, I was completely confused when the babysitter told me he had had an accident. How can you have an accident when you're wearing a diaper?
Anyway, that afternoon, Victor decided that he wanted to stay dry and use a potty. I was skeptical, but decided to go with it. I put a whole lotta candy in a mason jar and set it on top of the fridge where he could see it. Every time he went potty, he got a bunch of candy.
This lasted for several days. Victor was very pleased with his successes, and he was very proud of being a big boy, but since it all seemed too good to be true, I decided that I didn't care if it worked out.
It didn't work out. He lost interest (except for after bedtime, of course). But at least I didn't care this time.
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Potty training is such a headache. I had pretty much given up. Maybe you should hire Joshua to come do what he did with Janiah. He took an entire morning and read the potty book to her about 8 million times (clearly, he has more patience than I do) and sat and sat and sat and sat and sat...
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