One Night, on the Cold Bathroom Floor, I Saw My Little Boy

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“Pee pee in the potty! Pee pee in the potty!” This exclamation, both a plea and a demand, has become pretty common around 2 a.m. in our house recently. Our two-and-a-half-year-old son, Jake, is showing more and more interest in potty training. He isn’t yet ready to take the plunge into wearing his Thomas the Tank Engine undies full time (or at all, for that matter), but he often decides in the middle of the night that he doesn’t like the feel of his wet diaper. So he lets us know loudly and with great urgency that he has to go.

Oftentimes he’s already peed in his diaper and has no need for the potty. But this is a detail that he can’t quite articulate, and one that we can’t convince him of as we lead him, bleary-eyed and half awake, to the bathroom. He enjoys sitting on his potty – a blue and white plastic seat (with a “splash guard” in the front especially for boy trainees) that sits adjacent to the larger adult, porcelain version – even when he doesn’t need to use it. He knows that going potty makes him a big kid, and he is incredibly proud of that. As are we. But that pride can sometimes be difficult to muster when we’re sitting in front of him on the cold tile floor in the middle of the night, having quickly jumped out from under warm blankets in our drafty old house.

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