And because I'm not always the nicest, most flexible mother in the world I decided we should force the issue, gently. Obviously he wasn't game for the experiment:
Maybe its a texture thing because it seems pretty apparent that Luke would rather wear a scratchy diaper than nice cotton Thomas the Train undies.
Yes, that is a diaper. They can call them "training pants" or "pull-ups" or whatever they wish, but really they are simply more expensive diapers....and I'm a sucker. He's my last kid, what can I say. And look at that smile, the little conniver just melts my heart. Potty Training? I don't know what you're taking about.........
2 comments:
Fun Stuff friend! I will be in UT post christmas--maybe we could meet somewhere in the middle?
If I can potty train 9 kids - you can certainly do 3!!! My faith in you is unbounding - and, of course, Luke will get old enough to be embarrassed one day by the fact that his friends don't wear that expensive underwear! Love you, Your mother
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