We’re trying to potty train Bennett.
You’d think by the 4th kid (one of which has Asperger’s) this would be old hat.
You’d be wrong.
Last week, this was my Facebook status:
“I think Bennett’s going to be 10 before he decides to use the toilet.”
And then I replied:
“Did Quinn rip off the pair of Thomas underpants you put on him and then hide them under the bed when you weren’t looking so you couldn’t possibly make him put them back on?”
I left off the part where he yelled “YOU’LL NEVER FIND THEM NOW!”, a la Swiper on Dora.
So, I made him a little something.
Now, before you start sending me mean emails about my kids needing therapy on account of me being their mother, let me just point out that I made myself a little something, too.
I think we’re even.