He just climbed onto my lap so that we could enjoy a bonding moment before I take him to pre-school. His pants were wet. When I asked him why he pee'd his pants he told me that's it's because I didn't tell him that he had to go potty. Except that I did tell him . . . approximately 7 times in the past two hours.
Pediatric urologist, here we come. Tuesday morning. Puh-lease tell me this is something that can be fixed physically so that I don't have to keep banging my head against the wall trying to get it to click in his brain.
And if he doesn't stop laughing every time he pee's his pants, this world is going to see a whole new side of me that NOBODY - including me - wants to see.
So much for a bonding moment.
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Oh my gosh I can't even imagine how frustrating that is. But if it helps you to be able to kind of laugh - Kobe had a proud moment yesterday and came to get me *excitedly* to show me he was able to shoot across the toilet and managed to pee all over the wall...
What urologist are you going to?
Wow! I think I would rather change wet pants than clean up a wall !! You gals have fun with these bathroom problems ... glad that period of my life is past !! And thank heavens I didn't have either of those particular problems.
It's like a train wreck, but I can't look away.
Seriously, though, I hope it is something fixable, and I'll keep my fingers crossed.
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