We've Hit The Wall!

So, I bought some Cherrios. . .let me explain. . .

Aidan is doing phenominally well with going on the potty. He always tells us when he has to go, albeit sometimes it is at the last minute, but he always seems to make it to the potty. Even last night, just when we were leaving the grocery store about 2 miles from home he told me he had to go potty. "Can you make it home, honey?" yes. And so he did the little bouncy thing all the way home, sort of crying, but not really. Then ran into the house and made it just in time. Good Boy!!! Big time potty treat for that one!!

Fast forward to this morning:

We had just sat down to breakfast when he said, "I have to go potty." When you have a 3 year old, and you know they wait till the last minute, you don't hesitate: "Okay, let's go!" And off to the potty we went.

Now a little sidebar: since last weekend when we were walking home from the Herndon Festival and he had to go, Daddy took him into the woods where he learned the fine art of standing up to go potty. That has been all the rage with this kid since then.

Back to this morning: We arrive in the bathroom and prepare to go potty and. . . . . . . . . .hit the wall instead of the water in the toilet. "Aidan!" I scared him at which time he then hit the trash can. " Aidan!" And he started to cry. Mama felt so bad! He finished up in the toilet while I cleaned up his misses and then I told him I would get him some Cherrios to put in the toilet to aim for.

I think that might work.