Going potty: Weee-ly fun this toilet training malarkey

So, as I chattered on about last week, potty training is go with Sonny Jim.

Day time nappies are no more.

Done.

Nadda.

Pants all the way.

And it has taken over my LIFE.

Seriously, at the supermarket yesterday I almost asked the cashier if she needed a wee.

I’ve got so used saying the phrase “Have you got a wee coming?” to Sonny Jim, that when I opened my mouth to ask if she had a pen it actually went something like this, “have you got a we-PEN, pen. A PEN. You know, just so I can…” [mimes scribbling in the air]

She looked at me as though I had actually lost the plot.

As did my child sat in the trolley. Continue reading →