I always thought toilet training would be easier for boys, they have an aiming device after all, and what could be more fun than peeing on the grass? Well, maybe not peeing on the grass, it seems.
Jack is showing every interest in the toilet, he must be in there if I need to go, he must close the door even though it is quite a tight fit, and he must roll out as much paper as he can, pop it in, and flush it. I’ve managed to pull him up before filling the bowl with things it shouldn’t be, like empty toilet rolls, matchbox cars, and socks. So far. He knows what wee Continue reading