By some miraculous twist of fate my sons are potty trained. I didn’t have to spend much time training them; the personal ambition to “pee like Dad” was all the incentive they needed.
Anyway, they’re potty trained and I’ve been cleaning up pee around the toilet and behind the toilet ever since. That’s not to say we haven’t had our share of potty mishaps.
There was the time we pulled off Zzyzx Road on the way to Las Vegas looking for a toilet because Boy Wonder refused to pee on the side of the road. (P.S. Don’t ever pull off Zzyzx Road on the way to Vegas.) Then there was the time BooBoo peed while sitting inside a Walmart shopping cart (bet that happens all the time). And of course, I’ll never forget when Boy Wonder deliberately peed his pants because he didn’t want to risk getting stuck inside a porta-potty…[read more]