I promised the twins that if they started going potty on the potty and stopped wearing diapies-FOREVER, they would each get a bike. Truth be told, I would have promised them cars, money, expensive clothing, condos on the ocean...... Bella was well on her way to becoming fully trained and on Saturday she finally made the last strides to ending a 3 year co-dependent relationship with Huggies. I dutifully went into my secret storage room and brought out da da da da, a tricycle I'd been saving for her.
Wyatt, unlike his sister, would have NOTHING to do with the potty even as early as last Saturday. But remember, I gave Bella her trike. He saw it. He went to his room. He came out wearing the little man underpants I had purchased months and months ago (dreaming of this day). He hasn't worn a dipe since.
I think Handel had this very situation in mind while he was composing his famous tune.
The End. Of the diapers, that is. Well, for these two hooligans.
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