I'm done potty training. And I don't mean done like 'hooray, we're done!' Oh no. No, no, no.
My fabulous Dora/potty train (get it?) poster is put away, the stickers are hidden, the potty is in the closet. No more. I can't do it. I've begged, I've promised, I've bribed, I've cried, I've screamed, all to no avail. I've even confiscated his two most treasured possessions.
And yet, we still have not pooped on the potty one freakin' single time. Not.one.single.time.people.
So, lest I do something that gets me on the 10 o'clock news with a humdinger of a mug shot, I think we had better take a break. I put a diaper back on him and told him he was a baby. He cried. I'm having trouble mustering any sympathy for the little ingrate.
I've created this
to commemorate my feelings on the subject.
Let's all pray that I'm a better mommy tomorrow...