It's a wretched business that I am OBVIOUSLY ill-equipped to handle this go round. Never mind that I potty-trained both girls in less than a week (Lizzie was one day, hand to god). I am out of my league and, despite my prior successes, unqualified to train the willful, spirited, thirty-six inches-and-some-change Bubba.
I always knew Bubba was scheming in his head, but we have now reached the point where he openly mocks me. Yesterday, I told him he would lose trains if he wet his pants, so he peed on the floor instead. Hey, at least the kid is a fast learner.