Will (walking into the front room, after his bedtime): “Mommy, I had an accident.”
“You had an accident in your pull-up?” (He sleeps in pull-ups. We are so not ready to tackle night potty training for Will, who sleeps with an intensity most NOLA folk save for Ash Wednesday.)
Will: “Umm… I’m wet. My bed is all wet.”
“What do you mean your BED is WET? Do you mean your pull-up?” (You can start to hear the fear in my voice.)
Will: “MY PANTS are wet. I had an accident.” (I look closely. The sides of his pajama shorts are a bit wet. I’ve put it together and am not ready to accept it.)
“Will, you wear your pull-up to bed so that you don’t have any accidents. What happened to your pull-up?”
silence.
“Will?”
Speaking softly with his chin pressed tightly to his chest, shamefully looking to the floor in growing remorse, “itookitoffandtinkledonmybed.”
Amy Lee | 06-Apr-07 at 6:06 am | Permalink
OK, I just spit coffee out my nose!!! Poor Will, but that is just too darn cute…At least he didn’t take Kate’s diaper off, too…???
Holly | 06-Apr-07 at 6:18 am | Permalink
What really had us holding back laughter was that, once he realized how truly in trouble he was, he was SO remorseful. He hung his head and was like a limp ragdoll. We had to put him back in the shower to clean him up and he just stood there, head down, HUGE frown, and let himself get cleaned up, dried off, and dressed. It was hard to not laugh. The good part: he went RIGHT to bed very sweetly after that.
Emmy | 06-Apr-07 at 6:30 pm | Permalink
You know I totally feel your pain, Holly. Ana and Will have had similar potty-training experiences. I’m happy to say that she (1 year after first beginning to potty) has mastered this ***knock on wood***.
This too, shall pass. And hopefully, into the toilet(-;