B, G and J Day: Mostly Bathroom Stories

B:



The exercise finished up on Thursday. I asked Bryan, "Did we win?" --it's a war game, after all. He said, "Sure. . ."



Bryan told Colonel Putko that he had a medical appointment for his allergies on Friday morning, first thing, so he'd be in a bit late.



Colonel Putko said, "Wait. What do you have to do tomorrow?"



Some post-exercise clean-up stuff.



"Don't come in," he said. "Spend the day with Amy! Hold her hand."



Bryan kind of looked at him and then said, "Well. . .thank you, sir. . ."



"She's sick," he went on, "you need to spend more time with her."



This is a direct order from a superior officer. What choice does Bryan have? Colonel Putko. I love that guy!





G:





We pursued potty training in earnest with Joshua this week, and Gemma appointed herself the Quality Assurance Officer.

Joshua will come out of the bathroom shouting, "I did it! I whizzed in the toilet!"

("Whizzed." Bryan is responsible for this word.)

And I will say back, "You big boy!! Great job!!"

Gemma will say, "Let's see if he really did it." And then she'll go into the bathroom to inspect.



J:

Part of this training is an addition to Joshua's wardrobe. Underpants. The one item in the world of apparel that is cuter for boys than it is for girls.

Thomas the Tank Engine briefs. Are you kidding me? So stinkin' cute. I wish they made them in men's sizes. . .

We opened his Spider Man underpants to find that they are not briefs, but boxer briefs. Underpants with legs. And because we have to get a bigger size to fit his girth at the waste, the legs come down almost to his knees.

Joshua put a pair on, checked 'em out and said, "I don't have to wear pants!"

These also have patches of glow-in-the-dark design on them. I held a pair up to the light as I told Josh I had a surprise for him. I had just finished showing him what happens when you take them into a dark closet when Bryan came home from work.

"Daddy!" they both shouted. "Come into the closet!" and they whisked him away, all 3 cramming into the coat closet.

I heard their muffled voices:

"Josh's underpants glow!"

"Wow. That is really cool. . ."

Indeed. What's even cooler is that Josh is pretty much potty trained in the daytime. There has been much rejoicing in the land.