Have I mentioned I hate potty training? Signe was a drawn-out nightmare. Gunnar was somewhat better. But this remains, for me, a dreaded parenting task. I am a wimp. And if you have any notion of the mushy horrors that Zane produces, you might also live in fear of any accidents he might have. But I take a deep breath and step forward boldly, hoping I can use his sweet tooth to my advantage. He watched with great interest while I made this chart this morning. Let's hope it works.
