He is dragging his parents into this thing, kicking and screaming.
His older brother just politely informed the cashier at Target that "My mother says she's not ready to train Creedence, but my little brother is starting to potty train himself. This is his new potty chair, because I can't talk about a movie that has Cars in it, and our old potty chair has Cars on it."
See what he did there?
And he referred to me as "mother."
I feel so old.