Will has been making huge strides in potty training recently, and while there are as many setbacks as there are successes, I sense we have turned a corner. He seems to be finally participating, as opposed to being a reluctant student of the discipline, and this participation has resulted in some SOLID successes. I think you know where I’m going with that.
Anyway, Will has a fetching collection of underpants purchased for him by kind relatives and desperate-for-inspiration parents, (When I have a blockbuster animated movie or TV show? I’m going right for the pull-ups-and-underpants franchise market, because that is some SERIOUS purchasing power there, let me tell you.) and he often takes them out of the drawer, and lays them out on the floor to admire. We’ve done a few stints at home with underpants, but trust me when I tell you it isn’t for the faint of heart, especially when the wearer would rather eat spinach AND clean up his toys than go to the potty.
But in light of his recent successes, we all agreed it was time to take this show on the road—Captain Underpants went off to school today adorned with diggers and cranes (and carrying a bag full of extra pants and extra underpants), and Dad reports Will was barely in the door before he broadcasted the news to one and all. I’m sure his teacher wept a little on the inside at what her day would be like, but she joined the throngs of high-fiving two-year-olds congratulating Will with gusto.
The only downside to all this is that Will has a new trick to the bedtime stalling repetoire. Once content to holler down, “I’m thirsty! I need some water!” he now unleashes his own personal Weapon of Bedtime Destruction, the battle cry, “I have to poop!” His “poopcrastinating,” as his father dubbed it, has yet to net any success from OUR point of view, but it gains him a good ten additional minutes of horsing around on the road to sleep. Pretty pooptastic, I think he would say.