A Conversation ...

Bruce Lee has decided that pants are unnecessary.

I was drying my hair in the bathroom when I had a feeling. A feeling that things were much too quiet in the living room. So with hair half dried I went to investigate.

Bruce Lee was standing five inches from the TV (that's how he watches TV ... he will have pop-bottle glasses before his next birthday) and he's naked from the waist down.

So I say "hey buddy ... where are your pants?"

No need pants Mommy.

"OK did you take off your pants and put them somewhere?" (The pants and pull up are mysteriously absent from the picture).

Yeah. I take off.

"OK ... but I don't want you to go pee or poop on the carpet, OK?"

I no like pants on. Want pants off. Watch TV.

"Yeah, that's great honey ... pants are uncomfortable I know ... but you can't make a mess in the living room. You have to tell Mommy if you have to go pee or do a poo-poo in the potty, OK?"

(Silence)

"Do you want to put your pants on or are you going to tell Mommy when you need to go potty?"

Yes.

"Yes you want pants on or yes you'll tell Mommy if you have to go potty?"

OK Mommy.

"OK Mommy what?"

Yeah.

"Sweetheart, do you understand Mommy? Do you understand that you have to come and get me when you have to go potty or you will make a mess on the carpet (AGAIN)?"

No pants on. Watch frogs.

So I decide that the conversation is going nowhere fast but the odds of me having a really bad hair day are increasing by the second so I head to the bathroom to finish drying my hair.

About five minutes later there is a half naked two year old at the door.

I go pee.

"What? Did you pee on the carpet?"

No I go pee on potty.

"Oh! You have to pee now? You want to go on the potty?"

Yes.

So I put him on the potty and ... he peed.

I'm trying not to get too excited. Relapses happen. But I didn't have to clean up pee or poop or from the carpet. And that makes me one happy Mommy.