OK, it took all of 10 seconds to have an Owen story to share. Barb shared that yesterday Owen (who is now one month post-potty training) had his shorts and underware in a pile on the living room carpet, soaking wet. I mean SOAKING wet! When asked what happened, Owen replied 'I was cleenin' em Mom, cleenin!'. With the initial relief passed of not holding a dripping accident in her hand, she flashed back over the past few weeks and realized that Owen (who learns by observation most excellently) had observed her during the past few weeks of training washing his dirty shorts in the commode. Owen's look was priceless when Barb asked him where he cleened his shorts, when with a look of 'geez Mom, can't you trust me?' he said 'the sink, Mom, the sink'! Tracing the water trail Barb was, in fact, able to verify that we had a pool of well water on our floor, and not a toxic dump.
My wife must have cut her teeth in this line of work by reading Nancy Drew mysteries as a child!
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