To set the scene: holySmith! The Boy finally has decided that the time has come to commit to going in the potty. For the past year, he has known how to do it, but for whatever stubborn reasons, he flat-out decided NOT to do it in his potty chair when nature called. Instead, he opted for his diaper.
And then tonight, he decided to wear his boxers instead of his diaper. So just before he jumps into his bed, I ask him to make a quick trip to his potty. He walks over, does his business, goes through the whole process, washes his hands, and then jumps in bed. He was very proud.
So I tell him what a good boy he is for going in his potty and all that, and within 15 seconds of getting tucked in, he squirms out of his blankets and says he has to go again. He goes through the entire process again, washes his hands and I tuck him in again. After maybe one more minute, he slides out of his bed, walks over to his bathroom and sits down to go yet again. I guess he’s making up for lost time or something, but it’s a big step, so I encourage it.
The following is our post-poopy conversation: