Trying to get Ford to consistently sit on the toilet (I still have trouble saying “potty.” It’s a guy thing. Same reason I avoid “cute” and “vaginal delivery”) has been a challenge. One minute he’s into it, the next minute he acts like its lined with barbed wire. We’ve even reverted to bribery. Which brings me to the exchange we just had after he woke up from his nap:
Page: OK, Ford time to change your butt! (editor’s note: yeah, that’s what we call diaper changes)
Ford: NO!
Jake: We’ll give you a treat if you just go sit on the toilet…
Page: Just call it a potty.
Jake: No.
Ford: NO!
Two minutes pass…
Page: OK, Ford, seriously, it’s time. You’ve got two choices. One, we go change your diaper. Two, we go to the potty.
Ford: [weighing his options]
Jake: Come on, Ford.
Ford: Um…I want to go change my diaper and get a treat.
Page and Jake: [blank stares and stunned silence]
Ford: 4,591. Parents: 0
