Sam was shockingly easy to potty train. And I say that not as a reflection of our superior parenting skills of the second child. It's just the way he is. However, his achilles heel has been wiping. (Hmmm, this post might need a TMI disclaimer).
Natalie got after me one day, inquiring why I was so insistent on making him learn to wipe himself and I said, "How old are you? 8. So I have been wiping other peoples butts for 8 years. I'd like to be done with that." She instantly got it - it was one of the few times when I had a successful argument . Very satisfying. (By the way, hats off to you parents who've been doing this longer).
Back to Sam: Flushable wipes are a godsend, but I forgot to buy some a week or so ago, so we've moved onto no-gimmicks, good ol'fashioned toilet paper. But the combination of old house with poorly designed bathrooms and short little 4-yr old arms means it's hard to reach the paper in most places we adults put it. I didn't realize that Sam was as strategically advanced as he is until yesterday I heard a yell, both demanding and plaintive, "No one can move the toilet paper from where I put it!"
"Oh, ok. Where do you put it?"
"You can't move it from the back of the toilet! I put it there!"
I guess he figured it out. Far be it from me to obstruct progress.
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