Right now, the biggest challenge in my life is potty training Matthew. We have gone the rounds trying to get him to use the potty. This week, I finally managed to get him to pee in the potty most of the time but I have not been successful with the waste that comes from around the corner. I know it is not because he doesn't know it's coming. He runs and hides when it is time to make a deposit, unfortunately the deposit is not at the bank I want it to be. One day, after changing some unsightly underwear, and being quite exasperated, I asked Matthew when he would poop in the potty. I happened to be eye level with him as I presented the query. He reached out with both hands, cupped my face and pulled me close. He then said to me, in quite a serious tone, "Mom, I will poop in the potty in 40 days." I guess I had my answer.
