Nolan is almost three, and the potty training is going very slowly.
So, lately, I've been announcing every time I have to go, to see if he'll try and mimic me. Tonight, I did this, and Nolan insisted he had to come with me. I asked him "Why?" and he answered that he had to hold my hands.
This is not really an odd thing, because at this point, Nolan's too big for his potty insert that keeps him from falling into the bowl, and just a smidgen too small to feel comfortable sitting on the potty without a little support. He's getting better, but you can tell he feels uncomfortable teetering up there on the edge of the potty.
So we headed off for the bathroom, holding hands. Once we got there, he turned to me and said "You won't fall in Mommy. You can't fit!"
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