The Throne

So here he is in all his glory, Little D sitting on The Throne. I thought it was a little bedtime stalling tactic on Thursday night when he said he needed to go to the toilet but he did indeed and has been asking to go to the toilet ever since. This feels way too easy, there is bound to be a catch, but at the moment I'm just enjoying not having to dispose of dirty nappies and having a giggle with him while doing his businesss - he says 'plop' at the appropriate moment (which comes out as 'plump') then throws his head back in a fit of laughter. I never knew toilet training could be such fun.

I apologise now, Little D, I know you'll hate me for this in years to come.