Porter has been having a bit of an issue lately with waiting until the very last minute to use the potty, so he has dribbling accidents on the way to relieve himself.
As I was helping him out of the bathtub this evening, he said "Mommy, I think it's so cool how when I get in the warm water, if I peed a little on my leg that day, it just goes right away!"
"Yes, Po, it does. That's why we take baths at the end of the day. To wash all of the dirt from the day away so we can go to bed comfy and clean. But you know what I'd really like?"
"No. What?" he asked.
"I would like it if you could try harder to make it to the potty before you get pee on your leg."
"Yeah, but I can't," he answered.
"Why?"
A little bit choking, I said "Okay. But did you know that your brain controls all of that, and you can think in your brain to hold the pee in until you get to the potty."
"No, my brain can't control my penis."
If he only knew.
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