Urine for a Treat

Reed is proving to be as stubborn in potty training as his sister was at that age. He sneaks away when it’s time for that number greater than one but less than three (Reed: forgive me when you’re old enough to read this), and we certainly haven’t had much success in convincing him to use the proper place for tinkling, which leaves us begging him to give pees a chance.

For reasons that may have something to do with the incentive of a blueberry slush, we found gold in his pot at the end of the rainbow this morning.