Those are the words that officially ended round 2 of potty training.
As much as I hate to admit that we are still in the throws of the potty training death struggle, we are. But after a bit of sage advice and some rethinking of the topic, I decided it's not worth the stress.
Alex has demonstrated that not only can she engage adults in philosophical conversations, but also execute every task needed to use the toilet, minus actually using it for it's proper function. She's potty trained, just too stubborn to give me the satisfaction of thinking I've accomplished the dreaded task. She's just waiting for me to dump another $40 on diapers to inform me she is capable and willing.
My daughter is brilliant, but also diabolical.




