I feel like all I say these days is please poo poo on the potty, W. Quite an alliteration but it is finally taking it's toll. I won't dare write about the mishap the Little Buddy had today at school. Not only would J kill me but it's bad enough that even I feel guilty writing about it. I have written many posts that will completely embarrass the boys if and when they read this blog in their teens but today's story might just put them over the edge.
Point being is that we may have to go back to Pull Ups at school. He is showing no interest in poo pooing on the potty and certainly doesn't seem to mind when he goes in his underwear. I am finding it awfully disgusting cleaning up after these accidents. I've tried to find his currency. MacDonalds' french fries, toys, chocolates, M&M's-nothing is doing the trick. He stays dry dry dry all day long but with #2 there is an underlying issue. There has got to be.
I know they say don't go back to Pull Ups and they also say never start using the Pullups because they know they can go to the bathroom in them and still have a little protection but Pullup or underwear, W doesn't care. He's going #2 in them no matter. So if anyone once again wants to share some insight to this little problem I would be most appreciative because the 3 P's are just not doing the trick.