Potty = Party

Two 3-year-olds in Oliver's daycare are mastering the fine art of using the toilet.  Which is probably why Oliver gets all excited about our bathroom, and not just because he still likes using the toilet for a sensory splash party.  (The squeaking hammer was sentenced to a dousing in bleach just this afternoon). 

"Po-tty!" Oliver exclaims when he peeks in the bathroom.  "Po-tty!  Po-tty!"

Wanting to take advantage of this new exhuberance before the golden (no pun intended) opportunity wanes, we bought him his own po-tty.  I'm sure that like 96% of his fellow male peers, he won't want to use it for its proper use until he's 26 years old.  But for now, we're just happy that he's excited about the goal.

Uh, we'll work on the aiming thing.  That's going to be important.