Pardon my English for this title but this subject is totally reminiscent of The Temptations song “Ain’t Too Proud to Beg.” Except in this case I’m not begging for a second chance at love, but for a much less romantic second chance: for a 3-year-old who poops in the toilet again. You see, before we left for Disney, Jackson was doing awesome in potty training. The day before we left Florida, he came down with a 102 degree fever and it was all downhill from there. And by downhill I mean pooping in underwear. Pooping in pull-ups. Pooping everywhere but a damn toilet.

After a week of bad potty accidents and a threenager who could not care less he was sitting on a load in his pants, I turned to Twitter for help. Twitter always comes through in parenting emergencies. An old Twitter friend of mine, Chrystal, came through with what worked for her son’s potty training regression: 5 poops in a potty with no accidents he got a fish.

We presented this idea to Jackson and he was PUMPED to get a fish. It took way more clarifying on our end than I anticipated and I’m convinced our son is going to be a lawyer someday with his negotiation skills but we have now gone 2 days without an accident. Oh, we also have a fish now.

My parenting advice for those with threenagers: “WHATEVER WORKS.”

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