Yesterday, I was in the kitchen when Connor approached me with a worried look on his face. He had removed his pants and his tshirt hung down halfway to his knees leaving me with the assumption that he was still wearing his diaper.
"Mommy?", he said, " Mommy mommy mommy. towel? towel. towel! peepee. re-mote. re-mote. peepee. towel!" He then grabbed my hand and led me over to the remote control which was covered with some sort of liquid. My assumptions shattered I lifted his tshirt to find he had removed his diaper and yes, true to his word, pee peed on the remote control.
It's time to start potty training.
1 comment:
he can talk now?
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