Potty time

WARNING: This post involves talk of bodily functions. Yes, I've hit rock bottom, but I'm going to write it anyway.

Mats now has his very own potty. He likes to sit on it, but is a little confused by it. For example, why doesn't it have water in it like the one mom and dad use (a shortcoming he remedied when I wasn't looking using a cup and the water out of the toilet - ugh). And it's missing that jazzy flush function of the top-end model. But he does love to sit on it. With clothes is fun, but he prefers to sit on it in his "naky naky". Guess what kept him entertained this morning the entire time I was in the shower this morning? Halfway through, I heard an "Uh oh!". Mats was very disconcerted, so I got out of the shower to try and figure out what was wrong. I couldn't see anything out of the ordinary, but then he started pointing at the potty. I lifted him up, took a look, and YES! He had peed in the potty. I may have overdone it on the praise and happy dance. He wouldn't get off it to get dressed for a good 20 minutes - going for an encore performance.