A Dry Day

I'm sure this comes as a surprise to exactly zero experienced parents out there, but potty training?  Turns out it's kind of hard. Of course, it doesn't help when the kid you're trying to train has a stubborn streak wider than the State of California.  (To be fair, he comes by it honestly. My mom loves to tell me stories about how stubborn I was when I was a kid.)  Whatever it is Jason's doing, he does not want to be interrupted, not for anything.  A typical exchange might go like so:

"Jason, do you have to go potty?"


"I think you do.  It's been a long time since you went last time."

"No!  I want to watch my movie!"

"Come on, let's just give it a try."

"No!  I can't try!"

"Yes, you can.  You can do it."

"Nothing will come out!"

"That's OK, let's just try."


"Remember,  you get Skittles if you pee in the potty."


And, of course, two minutes later his little voice would pipe up, "It's wet!"

And it was never that he couldn't do it.  When he felt like it, he'd go, wash his hands, collect his sugary reward, and be on his merry way.

But we kept at it.  A little coaxing here, some bribery there, a bit of pushing when necessary.  His preschool teachers figured out that if they sent him in every half-hour, he did a lot better, so we tried to keep that up in the evenings and over the weekend, too.  And finally, last Friday, he came home from school with a big smiley face on his daily report. "I didn't have a accident today!" he beamed.

Best. Day. Ever.

A Dry Day