Mornings With a Toddler . . . Or, How You Know It's Time To Start Potty Training

This was our morning:

Ashley was in the kitchen getting cereal for breakfast (her latest favorite "big girl" task) when she suddenly said to her father, "Daddy, come look at what your son just did!"

Andy went into the kitchen to find that at some point, Luke had removed his diaper and then put his pajama shorts back on. He was now standing in the kitchen, shirt tucked into his shorts, one leg of the pajama shorts pulled up, his penis hanging out, in front of a puddle on the kitchen floor. When Andy walked in, Luke pointed and proudly proclaimed, "I do that!" Yep, he had peed on the kitchen floor.

As Andy was cleaning up the floor, Ashley looked over and said, "That was good telling, wasn't it Daddy." (She's been getting lots of lessons lately about tattling.)

I got a new diaper and as I was putting it on Luke, I asked "where's the diaper you had on last night?"

He looked at me and simply said, "It didn't stay on."

"And why didn't it stay on?" I asked.

He looked at me, and then said, "Oh, no, Lucas did that."

Guess it's time to start potty training!