I’m a big boy now

It was as if a switch had been thrown, or something. One day, he was my little boy who needed my help all the time. It all started with the potty. I remember it like it was Monday…

(This is the point where the image gets all wavy as we time travel back to see what transpired on Monday. Bet you didn’t know we could do that in a blog, eh?)

I was busy washing dishes, cooking dinner, doing a load of laundry, ironing my wife’s cloths, writing a story for the website, and teaching our son math and English. Yep, I was doing all that on Monday. That’s a typical Monday for me. I was definitely not sitting on my butt in my pajamas playing on Facebook. Nope. Too much to do.

“Daddy, I need a little bit of help here.”

“What’s wrong, big guy?”

“I need to go potty.”

“Well the light is on in the bathroom, you know what to do.”

“No, I need help with the other potty.”

“Do you need a pull up?” We had already tried to use the potty several times with no success. He had done his #2 business before in there, but was still unsure.

“No, I’m okay now.”

This is never really good. I know he had to go and didn’t want him to make a mess in his pants. Kids hate that.

About fifteen minutes later, he came running back to the office where I was, uhhh, folding laundry, yeah.

“Daddy, I did it.”

“Did what?”

“I pooped!”

“Where?” I thought I had a mess to clean up.

“In the potty!”

I had to see this for myself. Sure enough, he had used the potty. I was very happy and proud.

(Here comes the wavy stuff again. We’re flashing back to present day.)

So here it is Thursday and I’m, uh, cleaning the house and doing laundry again, or something. He has used the potty like a big boy all week. He is also drinking juice from juice boxes.

“Hey, do you want a cup of chocolate milk?”

“No.”

“You don’t want chocolate milk?”

“Daddy, I drink juice boxes now. I’m a big boy. I poop in the potty.”

Next thing I know, he’ll be borrowing the car.

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