So in trying to encourage potty training, I go through my usual mundane routine. Today, when I went to change Luke's poopy diaper these were his instructions verbatim:
"Mommy, when you change me, I want to tell you something:
Number1:(he actually said "number one"): don't tell me "Ewwww, Lukey what a stinky diaper, how yucky to be sitting in poopy"
Number 2: Don't ask me when I am going to wear underwear."
Some days, I literally think being a prison guard at Alcatraz would have been easier. No sarcasm.
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