Mad for Museums
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Joe inspects some grounded butterflies.
I’ve included this picture of the plastic beetle to remind me of something Joe did. Joseph is basically potty trained, praise God. The week that we got back from KC, he was super-cooperative and ready to wear underwear. No fights, no bargaining. We’ve had a few accidents since then, and if he’s in a pull-up (naps and outings) or a diaper (bedtime) he doesn’t usually use the potty. When we went to the museum that morning, I wondered if he would continue his good training. I left his undies on, but brought a change of clothes just in case. Well, good thing… He was playing on the beetle when he stopped, went behind the beetle and announced, “I haffa go potty, mom!” As I raced to grab him and swoop him to a bathroom, he had already started peeing – a lovely puddle of piddle on the floor behind the big beetle. Nice. I’ll think of it every time I’m at the MPM.
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