I saw this and it made me smile. And then I saw Martin D's 'post' and immediately thought of Eddie.
Because, and here's the thing: I decided at half term that, since I would be home with the kids, it would be the time to potty train Eddie. He seemed keen, the weather forecast was good (outdoor activities planned as part of carpet protection scheme) and it would be the summer before I had that kind of time to spare again.
It was an unmitigated disaster. Day one went something like 8-0 (Carpet v Potty). Day two was like war. There was screaming, and tantrums, and Eddie wasn't particularly well-behaved, either. By day three the plan was abandoned, and we remortgaged the house to pay for the additional nappies needed for the next few months.
And then, the following Friday, he announced at nursery entirely unprompted that he would be, "wearing big boy pants today, thank you". They duly phoned us for permission to oblige; we laughed down the receiver and thought of the washing he'd be bringing home.
Nope. Not a bit of it. No accidents. Not one. Perfectly potty-trained. The nursery congratulated us on what a good job we'd been doing.
And that just about sums up Eddie: Nobody is going to tell him what to do or when to do it.
Ever, I suspect.
Anyone want to buy a truckload of nappies?
Currently Reading: The Lacuna by Barbara Kingsolver