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But for some parents, it's this wierd measurement of success. Like "When did your daughter start on solids?" or "When did your son start walking?"

"Is your daughter potty-trained yet?"

"No...but she made her first bare-handed kill at only 17 months!"

I guess my point is, I don't blame the parents. I don't think one kid is smarter than another. I think, "Crazy kid who doesn't want to get rid of carrying around a soggy mess on his/her bottom!" I know every parent would get rid of the diapers as soon as possible, because they are (mostly) more rational than a toddler.

"Is your daughter potty-trained yet?"

"No...but she made her first bare-handed kill at only 17 months!"

I like this answer. I'm trying to be zen about it but it's really hard. I've got every potty book there is. I ask him when he's most pliable (about 4 seconds out of every day) and he just says, "No! No pee in the potty!" "NO SIT ON THE POTTY!"

I've bought mini M&M's by the pound, purchased a box full of Transformers (which sit on top of the fridge) waiting for him to go. He asks for the Transformers and when I say, "They're for when you sit on the potty" he says, "NO SIT ON THE POTTY!"

My apologies to non-parents in the thread but I'm reaching wits end considering school starts three weeks from today and we haven't had a single successful attempt.

We know your pain, Cash. Last night with the sticker-thing Aimee talked about, it was like the gods smiled upon us and light shone from the top of Olympus and we were blessed.

This morning it was more like: "Emeline, want another sticker?"

"'ticker, 'ticker, 'ticker!! Yeah! Woohoo!" (This is a direct quote.)

"Okay, let's go to the potty!!"

"NNNNOOOO!!!" (general freak out, tantrum, throws self on floor) "NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"

Goddamned fickle kids.

TCM is playing the trailer for The Fall of the House of Usher (Vincent Price version)

24-hour Vincent Price festival starts Friday at 6 a.m. (Eastern time, your time zone may vary).

The bathtub was caulked last night. I have two theories for the results.

Either we tell everyone I'm way out of practice caulking or we tell them three capuchin monkeys broke in, pushed me out of the way, and finished the job themselves.

I'm going with the capuchin monkeys.

(mostly) more rational than a toddler.

Rabid tasmanian devils are more rational than a toddler.

I think, "Crazy kid who doesn't want to get rid of carrying around a soggy mess on his/her bottom!"

You'd think! I mean, I sit on something wet and I have to go change cause I can't stand it. Yet these craxy kids will just sit there for hours if you let them. Blech.

Happy Birthday to Katie Bee!!!

And Cabil, if you cruise through, send along my birthday wishes to Ms. H.

My boys are potty trained. Of course Bobby still prefers to go outside, but I think this is a boy thing.

I used to occasionally babysit for a family in the Freak-Ass Church, who had 2 utterly whip-smart little girls. One was about 18 months, and the other was 3 and change. The 3-year-old was potty-trained -- but only to pee. She wore big-girl panties, and when she needed to poop, she put on Pull-Ups, pooped in the Pull-Ups, and then dumped the poop in the toilet.

She was very articulate and VERY sure about her plan to poop in the potty: when asked, she would explain, very solemnly, "I am 3 now. When I am 4, I will poop in the potty, but not until then, because I am 3."

One night I was babysitting her, and she told me she needed to go to the potty, because she needed help to get up on the toilet and get situated, being a small person as she was. I helped her up onto the toilet, and I didn't leave the bathroom, figuring that she would pee right away and then I'd help her down. She looked me square in the eye, and said, in that same solemn expression, "Can I have some privacy, please?"

I managed to stifle my giggles while I said, "Of course! Just call for me when you're finished." And then I went out in the hall and laughed -- silently -- for a full minute.