a fine birthday present for papa...
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one 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.