Here's a little Halloween preview. I made the mistake of letting him try his costume on just before bed, which meant that getting him into his pajamas was a process along the order of the six-party nuclear talks with North Korea.
Unlike Kim Jong-Il, however, Samson was ultimately willing to work with us. We offered him some naked time in exchange for ditching the costume. [I wonder if the delegates from those six nations tried this...]
Anyway, during Samson's mini Age of Aquarius, he announced that he had to pee. He said this as he was leaning against his train table. So, intent on saving the good people (and trains) of Sodor, I sprang into action and brought to him his potty --- which has been sitting in the corner of our bathroom literally collecting dust for want of use. But he sat right down and indeed, peed in the potty.
In case you're wondering, this is a very big deal. To date he has shown almost no interest at all in potty training. Since he's only two, neither Vicki nor I are inclined toward the hard-sell. But I think one of his classmates is no longer among the diapered masses, so there may be a little peer pressure at work.
I also think said classmate gets walked to the bathroom by the new teacher's aide, Miss Rasheeda, who Samson clearly has a crush on. [When Vicki picked him up from school the other day, all the kids were playing in the gym. Except Samson. He was standing at one end of the room watching "Misheeda," as he calls her.]
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