We are potty training out two year old.
And by "potty training" I mean we sit him on the potty and wait patiently for a while. Then pull his pants back up and watch him pee in them.
Needless to say it could be going a little bit better.
He's an expert at daycare with very few accidents. When he's there he gets a Skittle for peeing in the potty. So I bought a bag of Skittles and have been reminding him day after day that he gets one when he pee pees in the potty.
Today it happened. I was getting him ready for a bath when he grabbed his wiener and cried, "PEE PEE!!" We rushed to the potty and got there just in time.
It was glorious. We were cheering and dancing. I think a parade went past the house. (I might have imagined that last part) I cheered, "Let's go get a treat, Darling!!" and raced off to the kitchen to get the special bag of Skittles purchased just for this occasion. But they were gone. Surly we've been robbed of our most treasured possession I thought. Some fiend must have broken into the house and taken them in the dark of night.
But no, my dip shit husband ate them because, "I didn't really think he'd do it anytime soon."
Don't you think this is grounds for divorce or at least some serious dirty looks?
So I raced off for the voctory Skittle.