Still Fighting It
The other day we were at the YMCA and Sean agreed to use the potty before we left to run errands. An unusual compliance from him, I applauded his self awareness. But then Sean began getting nervous as he surveyed all of the toilets. Sean: Which one can I use, Mama? me: Any one you want, buddy. Sean: Do the toilets flush by themselves? me: Yes, Sean, all of them do in here. We talk about this every time. Sean: I don't like it when the toilets flush by themselves! This rigamarole. We go to the YMCA a couple times a week, and he always worries about the same thing. He doesn't like how loud the toilets sound when they flush, and his dislike is heightened by the fact that the toilets seemingly flush on their own accord. I did not have much patience for this predictable exchange. me: I know you don't, but it's time to use the potty and then we need to go! Come on - He slowly, ever so slowly, began pulling down his pants, bending over at the waist to do s