Yesterday, my sweet boy called me into the bathroom because he needed help (I'll leave the details to your imagination) when I noticed a puddle underneath the footstool. It looked like he couldn't make it to the potty so we had our 'talk' about where we go tee tee at and like the sweet boy he is, he said that he was sorry. So today, when he said that he had to go potty, I gently reminded him that we don't go tee tee on the floor. His response almost caused me to have an accident of my own.
"But mommy, I didn't go tee tee on the floor . . . I went tee tee in the footstool".
He said it with so much pride that I couldn't even get mad at the intentionality of his naughty behavior. Boys!
