I love reading the funny searches that bring visitors to people's blogs. I don't usually write about the interesting googles that bring people to my blog, because honestly, it's usually something like "Amy Carmichael biography" which brings them to this post, or (several times a week) "Penderwicks discussion questions", which leads them to request this resource, or something along the lines of "bossy disorganized advice about Bible study" which would lead them to any number of posts.
However something I saw recently stopped me in my tracks: "teens wearing Pull-Ups." Oh no! Are we going to be un-trained forever? I am still using Pull-Ups as my safety net. A couple of weeks ago when we met a friend at the park, I didn't, and guess what? We had to change his shorts before he got in the car. The thing is that he doesn't care. He doesn't care if he has "an accident" (a term which I use extremely loosely, since "accident" implies that he is unaware of what will happen), whether he's in underwear or a Pull-Up. He's aware of the consequences, and that they are the same whether he makes a puddle or it's contained in training pants. So, the only difference is that it's less of a mess for me.
This week I've actually braved public with no Pull-Ups and he's been fine. In fact I think that we've been at least three days with no accidents at all. Yesterday and today I even stopped setting the timer to see what would happen if I left him on his own, and he's done a great job. Both types of elimination have gone into the potty!
Nighttime is still definitely a Pull-Up safety net time, and that's not even something that I care about achieving full dryness. We will be at Terry's brother's wedding next weekend, and that will also be a safety-net kind of event, no matter what success he achieves in the next week.
I was just wondering how to end this post in a cute, funny, or especially insightful way, when I looked up to see Kyle giving me a sheepish look. He was wet. Irony is also a good literary device, is it not?