So today. It is not even noon, not even half way through the day, and I am pretty sure my kid thinks his pants are on fire. This is the only conclusion I can reach after watching him soak through five pairs of pants.
He wet himself more than five times, but a few were mercifully saved by the plastic undies I put atop his regular undies.
So I've decided! This mythical ability to create massive amounts of urine- (I have not given you THAT many sippies, man!) it must be used for good. Instead of the evil it has been perpetrating on my dent in the laundry pile. (Side note to myself: buy the kid more pants)
Got a small (to large) house fire? I'm confident in saying my kid could tame it. It would only take one diluted apple juice sippy, two at the most.
Going camping? Take him with you. I'm sure Smokey the Bear would approve. You might be able to prevent forest fires, but only Little Man can fix them.
I think you can guess how I feel about the potty training situation...
Enjoy the rest of your day.