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Kitchen Potty-Training

When our Justin was going on three years old, I felt it was high time he was potty-trained. Well, I had tried a number of ways to teach my older boys, but I felt the best way to teach Justin was to use a radical new idea- keep him naked from the waist down. Of course, this idea totally grossed out my poor husband, but I was determined to try it. My boys were too intelligent to use the new training pants from Huggies. They KNOW they are just like diapers. Duh! Well, Justin would even go in his new big boy underwear, so I felt an intervention was needed. Well, the very first day I tried this idea, it was going pretty smoothly. I was really just training myself by taking him to the bathroom every so often. Nighttime came along and the boys were in the kitchen eating popsicles. They were all standing in the middle of the kitchen licking away when suddenly I hear Nathanael and Caleb freaking out. I heard things like, "Oh, gross! Yuck! That's disgusting!" Then they yell, "Mom! Justin just peed on the floor!" The first thought in my head was, "Thank goodness it was on the KITCHEN floor!" I ran to the kitchen and poor Justin looked absolutely frightened to death. I picked him up and took him to the bathroom all the while telling him that it's okay, but he needs to go pee-pee in the toilet and not on the floor. From that moment on, whenever the poor boy felt the urge, he would immediately yell, "Pee-pee!" and run to the bathroom as fast as his little legs could go. I felt bad for him, but I have to say that he never had an accident on the floor again.

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striving... said…
Nothing like good ol' brotherly love to hasten things along. Poor Justin, He is so adorable.

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