So you may have read about Jack’s previous big no-no with the potty training, where he would pee into a covered plastic bath toy bin in the den when he had a “peeing emergency,” meaning he didn’t want to stop watching television to go to the bathroom and pee.
I have to say I’m proud of the way Katherine handled the latest peeing misadventures by Jack. She praised him for telling the truth when he admitted he’s been PEEING BEHIND THE CHAIR IN THE DEN ON SOME BLANKETS… then she scolded him for knowing it was wrong and doing it anyways.
I had seen him screwin’ around back there behind the chair, and it always looked like he was up to no good, but for all I could tell he was just hanging out back there. And then I could detect the faint odor of piss in the room, but couldn’t find a stray diaper or soggy pull-up anywhere. Luckily the blankets he was peeing on mostly absorbed what he put out, so it didn’t ruin the carpet or the wall back there in that corner.
And when you can say that blankets absorbing pee is an occasion to use the adverb “luckily,” then you know you’re a parent.