P is for Potty

Potty training has officially started. Over the past few months I have bought several varieties of teeny weeny undies, and I try to keep them out as objects of interest to catch Jack's eye. Until now he has given me the, "EH..." when it comes to undies, but finally today he asked to wear them. I practically swallowed my tongue in my excitement as I explained about not peeing or pooping in them. He nodded along, eager to get his bootie into some Megatron briefs. Two hours later and we're on the third pair, but with unflagging enthusiasm and 5 trips to the toilet. The kid drinks like a fish so he has an endless supply of urine.

Segue: In the bathtub, Jack has these colored foam letters that stick to the tile wall when wet. He loves to arrange them and throw them around. Today I was plucking them out of the water and trying to teach him what they each were. I found a "P" floating by and held it up for Jack and said, "'P' is for Pop-Pop!"

He looked at me and frowned and told me, "Noooo, pee is for the potty!"