Little Indian

My youngest son has been jipped. With the other boys, I diligently worked along with them to get them potty-trained. I encouraged them and bribed them, but with this last one.....there's no bribery left in me. I've come to the point in my life where I just don't have the time to take my son to the potty chair every hour or two hours of the day. With three kids to homeschool and a house to keep clean, the poor kid has to potty-train himself. Of course, I put the potty chair within easy access and put a basket of big boy undies next to it. Instead of bribing him, I threaten him within an inch of his life. "Don't you dare pee-pee on my carpet, kid. Do you hear me?" He just looks at me with this sullen look on his face and says, "No pee-pee." Occasionally, he will try to please me and pee in the potty chair. We will jump and dance around the potty chair like little Indians hooping and hollering in joy. All we need to go with that is some war paint and maybe we will win this battle. Whenever he is too lazy or just doesn't care, he will wet his underwear and go looking for clean ones in the basket. If there are no clean ones left, he will just go naked which grosses out his father when he arrives home from work. "Put some clothes on, kid!" Our son will try to explain his predicament, that his mother is a dead-beat mom and hasn't paid enough attention to his potty-training in order to put something on his butt. I am hoping that this child will not be traumatized by this technique of mine. The poor kid is always asking for his diaper. Lazy butt. I do have compassion for this son of mine. He must be confused. "Are you kidding me, mom? I have to actually get up and pee in that thing? That's not normal!" I know we will get through this. Eventually, he will want to do the right thing and it will all click for him. In the meantime, I'll be armed with cleaning supplies and maybe a little war paint.