Today is a big day in the mockbadad household. The little man used the potty for the first time last night. After a series of steps including bribes, veiled threats (he did these), money changing hands, tears, and subtle manipulation, he went number one.
It is amazing how worked up a parent can get about such simple things. They are just indescribably wonderful, though. It makes you feel like you are doing a decent job.
He was very proud of himself. He kept reminding me "I went to the potty, Daddy". "You sure did, pal. You did so great!" Then we "made a tent" (his favorite activity) with a blanket and sat under it. What a paradise it is to let yourself be lost in the innocent fun of childhood. It almost makes the whole world go away.
