a fine birthday present for papa...
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2011.03.07
Today, Kenny has started sitting on the toilet when he needs to poo.
He's long since understood the concept but seemed unready. And now all of a sudden he's saying, "Oh, I forgot to go to the toilet to poo," and "I don't want to wear a diaper anymore." He's only been wearing a diaper at night for at least six month, but frabjous day, kalloo kallay, we're now underway.