Newsflash!

Exciting news on the home front.
Warning!! Not for readers who are sensitive to scat chat!
(Really, this is for the grandparents, because no one else cares.)

So Mister was standing around the kitchen at dinner time the other night. Like a cat winding around my shins, waiting to be fed. He looked up at me, and while patting his bummies said,
"Puh puh"
"Did you go poo-poo Guiliano?" I asked.
"Nup."
So I checked- no poop. But a faint scent of the pre-poopie toots.
Hmm. This would be an excellent opportunity to whisk him off to the potty for some positive reinforcement.
So I pantsed him, sat him down, and gave him a good truck book.
He tried to tell me he was "ah dun".
But he was not. So I found a racecar to keep him busy.
After a few minutes, he became bored and stood up. Just then (I'll spare you the real details) it started to happen. I quickly sat him back down, and voila! Poopie in the potty! There was much celebration and high-fiving by all. Then we had another success this morning.
I've not been pushing the potty thing. He isn't usually dry in the morning, and hasn't been too verbal, so I've let it go. But he's started telling me when he goes, and now- tells me before! I know it's not time for chonies, but he's making progress!