My three year old, and
thankfully my last child, has entered the potty training stage. Mostly, this has been something of a
relatively painless process. Sure, there’s
a lot of “naked boy” running around the house, but the accidents have been
manageable and generally close to the bathroom.
He’s been the easiest to
potty train in that regard.
Of course, no child would be
complete without something.
There’s always something. Here's a few of our somethings:
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| Yes, that's his toilet seat around his head. |
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| He only started crying when he couldn't figure out how to get down. |
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