The boy is starting to get the hang of potty-training. Unfortunately, its not exactly the most crucial part.

When he has to “go”, he takes off his diaper… and pees on something. Then you see him walking around nikked from the waist down. And we have the following conversation, yet again.

I say, “Seth. Where’s your diaper?”
He says, “On the bloor, Mommy.”
I say, “Why did you take your diaper off?”
He says, “I had to go potty.”
I say, “Where exactly did you go potty, sweets?”
He says, “I go potty on the (insert whatever object here. Take your pick. It could be the floor, his bed, our bed, his pillow, the couch, a toy…)

He will pee on anything but won’t sit on his potty chair or even stand near it and aim. So the house… It smells… And you can guess what it smells like, can’t you.

I’ve told him once or twice that the next time he does this, I will start rubbing his nose in it. But he knows an empty threat when he hears one. Abbey dog, on the other hand, thinks this is a most marvelous idea as she wags her tail with vigorous approval. But then again this is a creature whose favorite past time is licking her butt and puking on the carpet.