Toilet Master

I have not written about Victor's toilet progress for the past month because I didn't want to jinx it.

But I am going out on a limb to say that VICTOR IS POTTY TRAINED!!!

He uses the toilet, doesn't have accidents, and doesn't need to be reminded.

How did this wondrous thing occur? I don't know. Grandma Nancy was here and took charge of the first accident-filled days with great patience and no drama. Then when she went home, he kept doing it. The one condition was that I cannot be involved. I can't remind him, tell him to go, ask him to go, or anything like it. It is entirely Victor driven.

He was having trouble with messy accidents when I happened to find some Bruder trucks at TJMaxx on a super discount. He happened to see the cement mixer in the trunk of my car.

V: "Oh Mom. A cement mixer. Can I have it?"

Me: "No. Not today."

V: "Ding! I know! I can earn it!"

Me: "Okay. I think that would be fine."

We negotiated the terms of earning the cement mixer: only using the potty, including for poop, for five days. I was pushing for three days, but Victor insisted on five.

And he did it. My mom walked past the bathroom several times that week to hear Victor saying, "I'm earning my cement mixer!"