He's a Play-UH!

Regarding Potty: Our arrangement is that he can play with the Space Shuttle as long as he sits on the potty (1 hour max) and for two hours after he does something in the potty.  However, after overhearing my discussion with a friend in which she’d said that her oldest daughter declared that she would potty train at 4 (and did on her fourth birthday and ever since), Alex told me that he would potty train when he was 5.  I didn’t wish to retract the Space Shuttle toy, so that deal stayed in place while I accepted that he would, indeed, potty train at 5. 

Tonight, he pooped in the tub.  It was the first time it had ever happened with me bathing him. I didn’t react very strongly at all. I had him get out, I wiped the tub and drained it, rinsing it down with the shower.  Then I refilled it.

In the meantime, he moved his new blue potty. I asked him where he was taking it.  He said “Nowhere” and proceeded to sit on it.  When the tub was full, I told him that he had to get in it and he told me that he was trying to do pee-pee.  (Oh, slick).  I told him that I’d give him ten more minutes. After ten minutes, I told him that it was enough.   He objected. “No! I’ve done stinkies! Look!” Sure enough, there was a small sliver in the potty. “I need to finish!” he objected.  (Slick again.)  I told him that he could finish and that we’d be getting in the tub soon.

Then he asked if he could play with the Space Shuttle.  Grrrrrrr.  I hate being played like this.  Of course he can play with it. That was the deal.   No bath tonight, I suppose.  Now I have to think of an exit strategy from this new manipulation.

I should be proud that he’s so intelligent, right?