In the Line of Fire

It takes a good friend to understand the nuances of potty training. But our buddy Sabrina not only has tried to share her expertise with Harry, she gladly sits in the bathroom with him when while he's getting in his daily practice. Last week, after a drenching spray of pee was misdirected at her, she did not flinch (ah, youth) but simply cheered Harry on as he chanted "I did it! I did it!" Is there an award for this kind of devotion?

We still keep a very special toy behind the potty for the day all deposit are delivered on time. Paul suggested to me last night we tape half a $20 bill to the wall and tell Roxana she too can collect a prize if the deed is done on her watch. It's wrong on sooooo many levels. But at this rate, with summer camp approaching and diapers still squarely on Harry's bum...I'm tempted. Is it me? But I don't want the nanny to potty train my kids. I'm pretty sure that's mom's job.