Potty training isn't going so well (meaning he doesn't want to at all.) He did want a pet fish though, so I made a chart to where if he went potty 5 times we'd get a fish. He managed to do it (I don't think we are any closer to being potty trained, but at least it was some improvement.) We went to Petco Friday and Carson got to pick out two of his very own goldfish. He named them Sparky and Bob. That night he was so excited it took him 1 1/2 hours to fall asleep. Every time we checked on him he was in the bathroom talking to his fish. Along with the excitement of first pets this weekend came the wonderful lesson of death and heaven...Sparky and Bob were dead by morning. Carson took it very well and would tell anyone who asked that Sparky and Bob were dead. Steve and Carson ventured out Saturday morning to get a new Sparky and Bob, and they too were dead this morning.
I think we've figured out the problem and third time should be a charm (fingers crossed!)
2 comments:
This made me chuckle. At least Carson has a good attitude about it!
And potty training is no fun. Good luck! Hang in there!
That's just so standard!
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