Here, let me explain:
At Costco we got a little playset with a bunch of buckets in it along with sand toys and water toys. He was so excited to get home and play with it.
When we got home, I told him we had to eat lunch and then we'd play with it. We ate lunch and i saw him kinda dancing. Not his normal dancing...he was doing a potty dance.
Mama: "Jamie!! Quick!!! GO!!! GO INTO THE POTTY!!!"
Jamie: "Uhhhh...uhhh....UHHHHH."
He ran into the bathroom, so I thought we were in the clear. But no. He came out with wet pants, undies and shoes. SHOES. AH!
So I told him that if he wanted to go and play outside, he needed underwear, pants and shoes on. This is what he chose. I love him.
But I don't love slipping (and falling...yes, falling) on puddles of urine in my bathroom.
That sounds just like Connor. He will put something on and then I'll make a comment like, that's on backwards, or that doesn't match, and he'll say, That's okay I don't want it to.
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