Shrek and donkey have been pooped on. Several times.
Princess has been soaked.
Nemo and Dory were abandoned in the garden.
So much for the character underwear.
I've tried to dress the children in only a t-shirt and their new underwear to make accessing the potty that much easier, but it's turning in to a free-for-all over here.
Kids are running around naked, and I'm seriously afraid of what is going to happen to our couch.
Although not consistently, the girls certainly seem to be getting this whole potty-training thing a lot better and faster than the boy. I've heard that girls train faster than boys - but William is so darn smart, I thought for sure he'd be leading the charge.
I mean, while we were at the zoo today, Charlie and I were looking at one of the less popular animals and couldn't remember the name when William pipes in "Dat's a Malayan TAPIR!"
Seriously. When it comes to animals, this kid is Tonight Show material.
Yet when I gently remind our zoological prodigy, as I see him start doing "the dance", that he needs to go poo-poo in the potty ... he'll snap "ME NO GO POO-POO in the POTTY. I GO POO-POO ON DA GWOUND!!"
Yeah. Like a Malayan Tapir.
I have really wanted to avoid rewarding the children with sweets during this whole potty training endeavor ... but tomorrow, I'm going to go buy chocolate.
Lots and lots of chocolate.
(And a plastic cover for our couch.)
If that doesn't work, I'm going to take Cesar Millan's advice and spread newspaper on the floor and make them sleep in a crate.