Before anyone gets too excited, I have to admit that the King of the Potty is not Bennett. As the title is not Queen of the Potty, it is not me either. That leaves Jim. Yes, I must give credit where credit is due - Jim is indeed King of the Potty.
Our potty training efforts to date have been half hearted at best. We'll keep trying but frankly I'm not expecting to complete this process for quite some time. Part of the problem is Bennett's reaction whenever I get him to sit on the potty. He thinks it's the funniest game ever. He sits down, then he stands up - he sits down, then he stands up - then he decides to go for a walk - then he sits down, then he stands up. The entire time he is laughing at me. Now some of you might think that I'm taking his mocking of me personally and that he's not really "laughing at me" but rather just laughing. Well, I beg to differ - I have no doubt that my son is laughing AT me and my feeble, pathetic attempts at potty training.
On the other hand, it seems like every time Jim has him sit on the potty, he pees! Just like that - he sits, he tucks, he pees and then they party. I come in after the fact for clean-up duty, empty the bowl and sweep up the confetti and the balloons - forever, relegated to the sidelines.
I just don't get it I guess but I have to hand it to Jim. Without a doubt, he's King of the Potty in our house!