mommy, he’s a doll

well, the beginning of our potty party day is going off pretty well. Kinda. Riv was excited for presents and is doing okay with the doll he is supposed to teach how to potty train, but his rational mind knows that I am planting the “accidents”. Hm.

He even said after we checked if the doll had an accident, “mommy, he’s a doll” Kinda a, “you can’t fool me” attitude. When the doll pooped (with some chocolate covered raisins) riv did seem a little freaked out though. It was kinda funny.

Anyway, all this talk about potty’s and focusing on the doll feels quite silly. Let’s hope it works! (even just a little!)

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