I Blame the President Elect

It was decided that we'd follow the time-tested methods suggested in the potty training books: strip toddler down, place potty within view, and wait. So why, not, I thought, just let Harry go bare while we were in the kitchen last night, and see if his potty proved alluring. That's when Paul and I got into a spirited discussion (read: argument) about the President elect and his plans for government contractors. Would he be ditching the lot in favor of government-employed scientists, or is it unnecessary worry. Suffice to say we fell on different sides of this debate, and in the process of making our points, we sort of forgot about Harry, who was happily roaming the kitchen sans diaper. Then I noticed the puddle near my feet. "Is that pee??" I laughed and Paul went to fetch some paper towels.....that's when he spotted the baby-sized pile of, yes, poop right next to the potty chair. While Harry clearly needs more practice (and I need more Mr. Clean), he did provide for gales of laughter. Good try buddy. We're rooting for you. Now where are those diapers?