We're still potty training our 3-year-old son with very small amounts of success. Whenever we take a step forward, soon after we take another step back.
Tonight, my husband put Jack in underwear before they walked across the street to the park. Our son stayed dry while he played and even made it home without wetting himself after my husband refused to let him pee in the disgusting public bathroom next to the playground. Jack held it in while they walked home.
He stayed dry until we were eating dinner. But he was so excited to tell us some story about his day that he stood there and peed all over his legs, feet and the floor while looking right at my husband. Jeff stripped him down while I cleaned up the hardwood floor, explaining to Jack why couldn't have his new toy.
That's why today we felt the thrill of victory and the agony of the (pee on the) feet.
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