Potty training addendum

Will just had a tiny accident in bed this morning and came bolting in here so fast the pee-pee hadn’t even made it down to the bottom of the mattress pad before I got it stripped off. “I had an accident, I’m sad,” he announced. He tried to make it to the potty, he said. Poor little thing. He’s been doing so well, too. He has this powerful bladder control, which he must have inherited from Chris, who has teacher bladder—basically you’re lucky if you get to pee at all during a public school day. Will wakes up and eats breakfast and will get dressed and sometimes still isn’t ready to go potty. We aren’t people who have faith in this stuff either, and so long after he was ready to go all night without a diaper we were still putting them on him because after all we still had half a pack and he wasn’t exactly complaining about it. Finally a while ago he announced he was ready to sleep in his big boy underwear, but we’d no doubt still be diapering him at bedtime if he hadn’t mentioned it himself. Will’s definitely a case of the child-led potty training.