Master Peanut, Quite Contrary

Call me Mother of the Year.

Proving once and for all that my kid is too smart for my own good, Peanut has discovered the power of the contradiction. Luckily, he has yet to perfect this art.

We have introduced new and improved weaponry in the battle against diapers, and it's getting pretty entertaining for friends, relatives, and anyone else who doesn't live in this house. Peanut will inform Boomer and I that he would like to go to school, play with cohorts at school, etc. Boomer and I will gently tell Peanut that he can't go to school and enjoy it if he isn't potty trained. Amid some tears and a remarkable increase in volume, Peanut invariably declares those delights unfit for his enjoyment.

What????!!!!

Not even his beloved trains are enough of an incentive. In fact, there is nothing Peanut wants more than outsmarting, outfoxing, and infuriating his mother. Diapers are the way it's been so far, and diapers it will be until the end. Or so he thought.

Peanut had earlier discovered the joys of stickers. Now he realizes that if he ceases the temper tantrum and goes on the potty, there are stickers for his very own. We have finally caught his interest. Still unwilling to do anything in it, but at least he deigns to sit on it and look at books. It's progress.

However, I'm hoping this progress isn't slow; we have five weeks until preschool starts.

Call me Mother of the Year.