The Superman School of Potty Training
My son has been resisting potty training for a long time. But last week he finally decided to start it in earnest. It all started as I changed his diaper before putting him down for a nap. He’d been playing Superman all day, blankie cape flowing behind him. He started to throw a tantrum as I tried to remove his diaper.
“Superman no wear diaper! Superman wear underpants!” he insisted.
As any other sensible mother would do, I took him up on that premise and informed him that in that case he would have to go use the potty. “Superman never wets his underpants,” I told him.
He was immediately agreeable and proceeded to use the potty. I’m probably lucky he didn’t demand Superman underpants. The Thomas the Tank Engine ones we had were perfectly acceptable.
It’s been just about a week now, with relatively few accidents involving pee. Poop… *sigh*… that’s another story. But today he promised me that he’d start pooping on the potty “very soon.” He even gave me two thumbs up with that statement.
And that cape has been on every day so far.
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