Once more, with feeling

Samson has re-emerged from last spring's unsuccessful bid at potty training with a new Gore-like confidence.

He's grown since then, having written a book about the experience, dabbled a bit in teaching, and he's even putting together a documentary and PowerPoint about a topic he feels pretty strongly about (firetrucks).

Most importantly, he's back in the, er, saddle again.

And once again, we are bribing the heck out of him. No more stickers, however, as he saw through that ruse. The stakes are much higher this time: Sour Patch Kids. At this rate he'll be fully potty trained but toothless by Easter.

Today marked the first day he wore underpants to school, and apparently he was like a little Paul Revere about the whole thing. Which is not only sweet [who is more enthusiastic than Samson James?] but useful: Every teacher has essentially been put on notice should they see our boy quietly making his way over to a corner of the playground for some privacy.