My wife is doing the bulk of the potty training with our sparkling little girl, who just turned 3. I chip in here and there, asking our darling daughter if she wants to go "pee pee" and helping her take care of business on the throne.
But Mommy is clearly driving this bus, bringing regimented order to the process and even setting timers to buzz every hour to inspire another attempt. Occasionally we enjoy success, with poop going exactly where it's supposed to go. Other times, we find puddles on the carpet or the dreaded No. 2 in the underpants. With my wife's diligent direction, though, we'll get there soon, I just know it.
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