Every morning early afternoon, I bathe Troy because he is a heavy wetter and usually pees out of his diaper. I’m sure this has nothing to do with the fact he is almost 3 and probably shouldn’t be in diapers, but he has zero interest in the potty. I am not about forcing anything on anyone, as I really don’t want him to grow up with a complex. You know, like he will hate the toilet and have nightmares about his mean, devil mother that made him sit on his potty ring in exchange for gummy snacks and suckers and he will only be able to pee outside off the porch or on dumpsters. I had a dream the other night that Troy was a grown man and like three inches taller than me, but I packed diapers in his backpack along with a laptop before he drove away.
I’m not sure if that is better than peeing on dumpsters or worse. Probably a tie.
After he has a fresh diaper, he’s ready to jam. He does this every single time he takes a bath.
Because playing your sister’s pink keyboard just sounds better while wearing your dad’s motorcycle helmet.
Now if I could just get Troy to do this while riding a unicycle, I might be onto something.19 comments »