needless to say, dominic has had a little different up-bringing than a lot of boys. since before he can actually remember, it's just been his sister and i parenting him. as i've mentioned before, he is a very sweet, sensitve guy, but somehow inherently he is all rough and tumble on the outside. he has tackled his sister at the knees and taken her to the ground and kicks the tar out of kids on the soccer field...and sleeps with a bunny named cotton.
when we decided he was ready to potty train, we started off teaching him to sit when he pees. i actually have taught a bazillion boys to do it this way in the years i directed preschools. first sitting the right way, then sitting backwards for the aiming practice then at some point they just start standing up. so dom was in the sitting forward stage, and being rather resistant on using the potty every time. it was horribly frustrating to me, as at daycare, they had no trouble with him, and at home he was just lazy about it. so i always made him sleep in a diaper or a pull-up, just for saftey's sake.
one morning my three year wonder plods into the bathroom, growly because i made him use the bathroom before he was fully awake. i whip off the diaper and am completely astonished that it is DRY. i turn him around and try to plop him down. "GO" i say. he scowls at me and turns around and states "I PEE STANDING UP." "since when," i say, "now go".
dominic shoots me the hairy eyeball, puts both hands behind his back and firehoses into the toilet. doesn't drip a drop anywhere. then when he's done, smirks at me and shakes his little butt...all still without touching it-keeps his hands behind his back until he goes to flush, and then says in three year old smugness...
"see, I TOLD YOU SO."
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