Last night Bea was trying to get Brixton to pee before bedtime so as to avoid any middle of the night bathroom trips or accidents, and he sat on the potty and only a little bit came out.
Bea said "That's all? You don't have any more?"
"No," he replied, gesturing to his weenie, "Maybe you should take it apart and put more pee in it."
Dude cracks me up.
Brixton potty trained just before his 2nd birthday, which from what I understand is pretty early. It was nice, because we were using cloth diapers, so I have a lot less laundry to do now.
He always used to announce when he had to pee and run over to the potty and wait for us to pull his pants down and set him on the potty and accidents were rare, but in the last couple weeks he's been less cooperative, even resistant. He'll usually let a little bit out in his pants before telling us he has to pee, and if we try to avoid that by telling him to go to the bathroom before he reaches that point, he doesn't want to.
Anyway, he's starting preschool in the fall, so he's got to learn to pull his pants up and down on his own. He can do it pretty well, but he doesn't want to. I guess this is what happens when they turn 3 … your formerly agreeable and angelic child starts to be disagreeable. Rebellion starts early.