(Received from MaritDW)
My three-year-old son had a lot of problems with potty training; and
I was on him constantly.
One day we stopped at Taco Bell for a quick lunch in between
errands. It was very busy, with a full dining room. While enjoying
my taco, I smelled something funny, so of course I checked my seven
month old daughter, and she was clean. Then I realized that Matt
had not asked to go potty in a while, so I asked him, and he said
“No.”
I kept thinking, “Oh My, that child has had an accident and I don’t
have any clothes with me.” Then I said, “Matt, are you sure you did
not have an accident?” “No,” he replied. I just knew that he must
have had, cause the smell was getting worse.
So, I asked one more time, “Matt, did you have an accident?”
This time, with a little smirk on his face, he jumped up, yanked
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