Potty Training

We are turning a corner. I just know we are. For the past couple days, Henry has agreed to use the potty about 50% of the time. WHOOPIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am here to tell you, IT IS ABOUT TIME. I simply cannot wait until we've accomplished this task. All morning and early afternoon Henry did beautifully, announcing at the last minute, "I have to pee!", and away we would go, flying into the bathroom. In he would go, in I would go, our shadow Walter would swoop in too just to hang out in the background and applaud as Henry peed into the toilet. It was great.

Then about midday, usually when Henry starts getting a little tired, things sort of went to hell. I was in the kitchen when I saw him walk down the hallway looking like a cowboy who had been riding his horse too long. "What's up?" I ask.
"I'm looking for cat or dog pee or poop?"
I cock my head, "I beg your pardon? Why would you be looking for pee or poop?"
"I'm just looking for it, just in case." He looked to his right, to his left, and said, "nope, not here."
"Henry did you pee or poop?"
Henry had underwear on, but from where I stood, I hadn't yet seen the dark stains on his denim jeans.
He continued to talk about the cat or dog excrement he hoped to find - in a house where, I might remind you, has no dog - as I walked over to him.
Yep, he peed.
We talked about how accidents are ok, part of the process, but all the while I'm thinking, he was totally going to saddle some poor unsuspecting animal with the puddle I would later step in - unfortunately for him, we only have one cat... Watch out Walter...