The boy is nearly three and for the last few months has shown no interest in using the toilet. Oh, he’d use it once in a while. But it seemed more like an academic curiosity than a life choice. Like he was thinking, “Gee, that toilet thing… that’s, um, nice and all, but explain to me again how this is better than having you wipe my ass?”

Last night we had something of a breakthrough. He told us he needed to go. He held it. He wanted to sit on the “big boy” potty (the actual toilet). And he actually used it once he sat on it! Elation. Joy. Finally, after two kids and 5 years of diapers — and if I was like Trixie’s dad I could tell you how many, but I’m not, so I’ll just estimate it as, oh, about a zillion — I can see the light at the end of the tunnel!

Woohoo!