The Lego car bribe will be the death of me. Of course it's totally not-age appropriate, which why buying a $5 bargain toy is not the best plan. Sam is also practicing wearing underwear today and having lots of accidents. So between cleaning those up, I get to fix the Lego car that completely falls apart everytime he plays with it. I'm totally going to end up buying a Lego car that he can play with and fix himself and will end up spending three times as much. Of course.
I just looked up Lego and there are different stages of Legos. Apparently the Lego Duplo is what he should and can play with and also potentially that Viv won't be so likely choke on.
I'm not sure how I waited all summer for all of these transitions! Trying to convince the child that he can pee in the toilet will be a miracle. I am completely at a loss as to how he can want to wear underwear but not use the toilet. These were his top toilet training excuses. Now it's just "later."
I will when I'm four. (It used to be "when I'm three.").
I will after the baby comes. (He tried that again this week. Apparently he thought another baby was coming. Way to make me feel great about my flabby belly.)
I can't squish Lightning McQueen (the picture on his toilet seat).
I'm only medium big. Not big up to the ceiling yet.
I like my diapers. (No doubt about that).
After Santa comes. (Six months later...).
I will when I'm five. (He's still three).
I don't want it to touch my leg.
Tomorrow.
I don't like the color of the toilet. White's not my favorite.
The following bribes have been rejected: chocolate, an ice-cream sundae, watching TV, a toy excavator, a new Lightning McQueen car, a trip to the park, trip to the beach, and choosing big boy underwear. He could probably hit us up for a real car and get one the way we're going.
Thank goodness Vivian can't talk and tell me why she can't sleep in the crib.
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