I'm pretty comfortable saying that Robert is potty trained. Poop and everything. I'm not saying that he won't have accidents in the future... and one night last week he was so exhausted when he went to bed that I (rightly) predicted that he wouldn't wake up dry. But we've even gotten to the point that we can go out in pull-ups and come back dry. And we brought the potty with us to church today and he used it twice while we were there without having to be asked.
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I'm about ready to quit potty training. Not really. But at least when he was in diapers, I didn't have to keep repeating (pleading, begging, yelling), "Get your hands out of your underwear and stop playing with your pe.nis!!!!!" 5 million times a day.