My son is the golden boy. Just turned three and he has come into his own. If Pierre Maguire lived in my house he would turn his back on Dion Phaneuf and gush about this lad. Now I am fully aware that I'm not the most objective guy here (although I am fully aware of the flaws of my children unlike those parents whose heads are firmly implanted up their asses) but friends and family agree that he is a special little guy. He is a smart, generous, sweet little lad who is is equally at home in a gang of munchkins or hanging out by himself, playing the pirate captain. He is still at the age where his daddy is his greatest hero but the feeling is mutual.
A week and a half ago he went to his daycare (he goes Mondays and Tuesdays) and the provider, a lovely nona, looked in the diaper bag and told him that Daddy had forgotten the pullups. (Daddy had not.) There was no wailing or gnashing of teeth on the boy's part and when I came to collect him that night he had gone through the day accident free. Just like that he was toilet trained. And in the week or so that has followed he has only had a couple of accidents.
He's brilliant even though he still occasionally shits his pants.
Anyone see that Chicago game last night? Hopefully the Oilers are like the boy and this is just an occasional thing. If not MacT may have to make a run to Shoppers.