At Least He's Keeping a Sense of Humor About It

Last night I put Harry on the potty, the throne he cares not to rule from.

He complained a little and said "I only farted!" (Boys!)

"You have gas," I gently reminded him.

The next 10 minutes were spent telling him to go back to the potty, to try! try! try! I offered to read to him, I offered to play music, but this little boy of mine could really care less about this ritual of relieving oneself into a vessel which is not a diaper. So he said again "But I only farted!" And then I reminded him that he has gas.

I went into the kitchen to put something away and heard him yell out "Mom! My hiney ran out of gas!"

After I picked myself up off the floor and stopped laughing long enough to keep a straight face I told him that yes, indeed, he was finished with the potty for the evening.