Do you know what Bobs are?

I saw an old high school classmate at a Nana’s gathering with all the Grandmother’s and their grandkids and witnessed this woman with her almost three year old twins and her nine month old.  The twins…totally potty trained. 

That’s when the light went on.  I said to myself, let’s do this deal, let’s release me from babydom all together, let’s get big boy on your ass.  Actually, I knew it was time; the kid puts on his own diaper.

So we kicked off two weeks ago and the whole deal has actually gone rather swimmingly. 

During week one KP got a sticker on his potty chart anytime he “tinkled”.  Yes, tinkled is our family term for urinate.  If he got to 20 stamps we got to go to the store and buy his very own underwear.  You see he had been wearing his brother’s old Bob the Builder underwear.  And would you really expect anything else than siblings sharing old underwear from me?

In about three days we set off to the store.  What kind of underwear did he pick?  Sponge Bob.  And now, it doesn’t matter if there are dinos, cars or various Bob’s on the underwear, KP calls all underwear BOBS.   Even mine.

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