**A warning to all the non-mommy readers: this post contains talk about potties and my child's use, or lack thereof.
I was all ready with a post today about how my child is now potty-trained and I am brilliant and patient and everything is sunshine and flowers here. I was planning to brag, humbly, about DRIVING to New York and back without a single accident. I had examples of how well he was doing telling me it he needed to potty. You would have been dazzled by his ability to travel by car, train, subway and ferry only to stand in line before using the bathroom, all while remaining accident free. I was going to give you all the details of my ingenious potty-training method (a homemade sticker chart in the bathroom and the promise of a special treat).
the potty gods have gotten wind of my joy and crushed me. We have had three accidents in three days. GRRRR!! Now instead of sunshine and flowers we threats of diapers and of taking away the Army truck(the special treat). Just to be clearer than you need; I am not talking about the kind of accident that needs a change of clothes and a wipe of the floor, ooh no this is the kind that requires a special load of laundry, on hot, and lots of wipes. The award-winning quote from the past three days was while standing in the McDonald's bathroom on Monday, "I already pooped". AAAHH! What am I supposed to do with that in the McDonald's bathroom? All I will say is, if the toilet at the Lost Mt. McDonald's stops up, it possibly may be from the six wippies I flushed. But let's keep that between you and me, kthx.
Pray for me!
Hollis and the aforementioned "special treat".