The past few weeks have been the beginning of the end. The end of diapers, that is. Peach woke-up a few days after PC went to PA for his new “colourful” job and declared that he was “ready to wear big-boy underwear.” Great timing, sweetheart.
He’s had his share of accidents, but overall he is doing a terrific job and would be considered day-trained. To stack the odds in his favour, however, he is still subjected to constant reminders from hovering parents. Parents worried far more about the upholstery than any latent psychological damage that may result in toileting accidents.
Which is all preamble to the following exchange:
Peach: May I have some milk…please?
FrumeSarah: Of course, but first, you need to go and use the potty.
Peach: WH-AT?!? That’s not on the menu.
Just wondering what might have been God’s reaction if we had responded that way…
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