Daddy decided that I am old enough and mature enough to start really thinking about potty training. Even though she doesn't say it out loud in front of me, I can tell that Mommy is skeptical; she doesn't think I'm ready. I'm going to prove her wrong, though. Today I actually went potty in the toilet three times. I like it because (a) I get to sit on my cool, new Sponge Bob Square Pants potty seat, (b) I get to wipe, flush, and wash my hands in the sink if I successfully go, and (c) it makes me feel like a big boy.
I'll admit that I have a long way to go. I can't really tell the difference between poop and pee (at least I can't communicate that they are different. And when Mommy or Daddy asks if I've gone poopy in the potty, I'll say 'Yes,' regardless of whether I've gone or not. It's fun to start thinking about using the potty like a big person. I sense, however, it's going to be a long road.