Ah yes, potty training. I admit, I've thus far, and probably will continue to be, very laissez-faire about this whole milestone.
In a perfect world, Drew's daycare would fully potty train him for me, and I wouldn't have to do anything except cheer. I mean, sheesh, I'm paying them $500 a month. That's not too much to ask, is it?
However, what's ended up happening is that he goes in the potty perfectly at school - no mistakes at all. He even tells his teachers when he needs to go. But when he gets home, all bets are off. He won't tell us when he needs to go, and when we tell him to go, he resists. I think he's decided that going in the potty is a school-only thing.
Yesterday, for example. He's at home after school, wearing his "big-boy" underwear, and since we've been home for an hour, I figure it's time for him to go.
So I say, "Drew, do you need to go potty?"
Silence. He's playing with his Power Rangers action figures, and is much too busy to answer me.
"Drew!" I say, louder. "Let's go to the potty and go pee-pee."
"Mama," says Drew, very patiently. "Just leave me alone."
Fine. Whatever. Guess he doesn't need to go.
Except that, less than two minutes later, I hear the phrase that is dreaded by parents of preschoolers everywhere...
"Uh-oh, Mama. Uh-oh."
Yeah. You guessed it. So, I handed him a paper towel and told him to get busy.
"Mama, I not want to clean that up."
"Yeah? Well, neither do I, which is why I asked you to go in the potty. From now on, bubba, you pee on the floor, you get to clean it up."
There were many long-suffering sighs and much complaining (from both of us), but he finally gave the pool of pee a few token swipes with the towel. Hey, at least he went on the laminate flooring, and not on the rug. (I've said the same thing about my cat several times, too.)