This might actually become the name of many posts...
So, we had a cookout a month or so ago (on the one nice day we've had this year :) and invited a couple of families over to eat, and play games and enjoy our new, decent sized backyard. So, after we had eaten and the kids were playing and the adults were sitting at the table playing a game; we suddenly heard this gasp from the little girls in attendance and looked over to see Dalton peeing right there on the patio, inches from his 4 year old, horrified friend (she was a girl). It happens, right?, especially with Dalton.
So, I wasn't very shocked, when, going over the potty rules yesterday with him, (you know, "Pee pee does not go in our pants or on Mommy's carpet. Where does peepee go if you want to go to Disneyland Dalton?), he replied, "in da potty, in da forwest (forest), in da trees, in da gwass (grass), not in my pa-unts (pants)."
Whatever, it keeps my toilet cleaner.
So, we had a cookout a month or so ago (on the one nice day we've had this year :) and invited a couple of families over to eat, and play games and enjoy our new, decent sized backyard. So, after we had eaten and the kids were playing and the adults were sitting at the table playing a game; we suddenly heard this gasp from the little girls in attendance and looked over to see Dalton peeing right there on the patio, inches from his 4 year old, horrified friend (she was a girl). It happens, right?, especially with Dalton.
So, I wasn't very shocked, when, going over the potty rules yesterday with him, (you know, "Pee pee does not go in our pants or on Mommy's carpet. Where does peepee go if you want to go to Disneyland Dalton?), he replied, "in da potty, in da forwest (forest), in da trees, in da gwass (grass), not in my pa-unts (pants)."
Whatever, it keeps my toilet cleaner.
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