Look, if there’s anything having 7 kids has taught me, it’s to know when you’re better off quitting. I’ve potty trained twin two year old boys, I’ve got nothing left to prove. My goal is to just survive with my sanity somewhat intact. So when, after two days, Finn still didn’t understand the general mechanics of potty training, we called it quits. We’ll try again in a few months. No big whoop.
He never even noticed anything changed. He didn’t care when he went back in diapers, never mentioned the whole sordid process again. I’d say that’s a kid who just isn’t ready. I could force it, but that would only make me miserable. Far easier to just whisper my diaper-free dreams to the skies and wait him out a few more months. We’ve done it eleven years. What’s another month or three?
Finn did coin some pretty good one-liners during the process to make it more fun. I asked him to get on the potty and he said, “Ok. We make water now?”
Add that to the family lexicon. I hope I’m still calling it “we make water now” when I’m 95 and he has to change my diapers.
Later, I asked him to try to tee-tee. He wiggled a little and said, “I can’t.”
Then, because he is the baby of the family, he looked up at me with pitiful eyes: “Can you do it for me?”
Heavens, if it were only that simple…