Child Prodigy

Trent is my baby, and with his third birthday rapidly approaching I decided it was time to potty train.  

Right now, nothing feels more insipid than a story about toilet training a three year old, so I'm going to make it quick.

This kid was potty trained in four hours.

I'm not kidding.

I put him on the toilet for the very first time in his life at seven in the morning on Monday, and nothing happened.

He peed his underoos three times before eight o'clock, and again at ten; then, at eleven in the morning we had success.  Pee-pee in the potty.

No joke - Trent has not peed his pants since ten in the morning on day one of potty training.  

He goes by himself.  I don't have to ask him if he needs to go, he just says, "Pee-pee's coming," and trots off to the toilet where he climbs on, does his business without the aid of a kiddie-sized seat, and gets back down.  (I do help with the hand-washing.)

The kid did go four days without pooping, and I was a little concerned that it would hit suddenly and with ferocity - but no.  Tonight, right before bed, he just did the doo.  Simple as that. 

I declare him a child prodigy.  And this week's favorite child.

The end.