I’m waiting. Jesse needs to go potty.
Still waiting. No action yet.
Yep still waiting. We’ve been on and off the toilet since dinner. He’s tried standing, too.
Uh-huh, I’m still here. Waiting. He’s running around naked so we can save time in case it is the real deal this time.
Okay, I know he’s gotta go. He hasn’t gone since 10 a.m.
No I’m serious about that, it is not an exaggeration. I’ve forced water, sprite and oj down him, but he still manages to hold it.
It would almost be funny except I’m picturing the mess I’m gonna have to clean up when he just can’t hold it anymore.
8:13 pm. Past bedtime.
Do I cave and put a diaper on him and put him to bed?
Maybe we’ll hold out a bit longer . . .surely he can’t hold it much longer?
Wait a minute, things are getting serious now . . . he’s dancing a bit.
He’s sitting on the toilet again. I can hear him singing.
I’ve tried running water.
I’ve tried sprinkling warm water on him.
I’ve tried having him go when his brothers go.
I am truly at a loss of ideas here.
I guess I’ll go back to waiting . . .