There Will Be Stickers

Mom is being super aggressive as of late about this potty training thing. Several times a day, she asks me if I need to "go potty." The truth is, I am really torn about potty training. One part of me wants to pledge my allegiance to my defiant two year old sensibility and tell Mom to get out of my grill about the potty training. However, the other side of me, quite frankly, feels a true sense of shame when I look at all of the really cool stickers obtained by my school colleagues for their successful potty endeavors. But this weekend, it happened. I relieved myself in a civilized manner. Granted, the majority of it landed on the floor on account of my poor aim, but nonetheless, it happened. Mom erupted in applause, I posed for pictures, stickers were awarded.