More stories from the potty trenches
When he wets his Spiderman undies, or worse, poops in them, I say, “Oh, Seth, I’m so sad.” (If it’s poop, I sound a lot more down and say, “Oh, Seth, I’m soooo sad.”
He has asked me much later, long after I’ve forgotten , “Are you still sad?” He is still set on doing things his way , but at least he’s sensitive to how others feel about it.
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