I am sooooooooooo done with potty training. Anyone willing to travel all the way to the Frozen North and potty train my two-year old? Any takers? Anyone? Pretty please?
I vacuumed rugs and carpets and rolled them up and put them away. Pulled out a dozen pairs of training pants (Gerber, cotton, thick-like underwear). Gave him all the Gatorade he would drink and then pretzels and then more pretzels and more pretzels and then more Gatorade again. He was very cordial and sweet about the whole process.
Me: Bun, where do we put our potty?
Bun: In da potty chair!
Me: That's right. We potty in the potty chair and keep our underwear dry. Is your underwear dry?
Bun: No. wet. icky. oh naaaaaah-steee!
Me: Yep. Let's change them.
Bun: Okay Mommy. Mommy? I wuv you. *hug*
Me: I love you to Bun. Here you go. Remember how to pull them up?
Me: Where are you going to put your potty next time?
Me: Bun? Bun, did you just potty in your dry underwear and shorts?
Bun: Yep. Ew. wet. icky
Me: *sigh* Do you want a diaper or underwear?
Me: Okay. Here you go. Let's put these plastic pants over the dry underwear.
Bun: Okay Mommy. Mommy? I wuv you.
Me: I love you too Bun. You're such a big boy now.
3 minutes lapse. Bun is found hiding behind the couch. Britches are full. Mommy is done.