Potty Training Continues

I'm not sure if he waits until the last possible moment or if he really isn't aware of the need to urinate until things are dire, but when Finn starts yelling, "I'M PEEING!  I'M PEEING!" at the top of his lungs and running frantically in circles, that means get him to the toilet pronto. 

Once the screaming starts, there's about a sixty second window.  This is typically filled by my swooping him up and countering every cry of, "I'M PEEING!" with an equally rabid,"HOLD IT, HOLD IT!" while running to the bathroom, ripping off his pants, plopping him on the seat, and aiming the flow downward.  If we make it with only a little splashing on my shirt it is considered a success.

The best part about the whole thing is that you never know when it's coming.  I suppose this is what firemen and paramedics feel like.

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Marty will have to verify.