Potty Train to Enter New Diapers

He runs up to me calling, "pee pee! pee pee!" so I run along with him to find the potty. I pull down his knickers and sit him on the potty. He smiles at me and after a mere 15 seconds he grins, "i dUNN"...he stands up and I peek into the bowl only to find it as dry as the Gobi desert. I frown and tell my baby boy who turned 2 in March, "Papa, you need to pee pee in the potty. Not on the floor," (I point towards the ground) "and not in your undies, ok?" His response is a carefree 'O.K.' and runs away to terrorize the house with pee. I've changed his underwear three times already within the last 3 hours. I know there are pee stains on the carpet left and right. And unfortunate am I to start so late only because I am expecting yet another blessed child in another 9 months-*SIGH*-
Honestly, this time it was not intentional but everything happens for a reason. Right? Right.
AND...with the prices of EVERYTHING rising...my urgency to potty train my little man is A1 Priority. He should be potty trained by then anyhow since he'll be three. Though, I hear boys tend to be tardy on the pee-in-the-potty learning process.
TO THINK! I only had a mere 20 more years of sleep deprivation-to make sure they got up and went to school with a filled belly. Now it will be delayed yet another four years. Aaarrgghh!
I was remembering today about how when I was a young woman of 16 I had everything all planned out. I had planned never to marry but if I had the chance to adopt, I'd do so. And if not I would try to concieve my first baby at 26. Here I am now, pregnant with my third at the age of 26. Ironic, isn't it?
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LO AND BEHOLD! TRIUMPH! HE HAS SUCCESSFULLY PEE'D IN HIS POTTY! Perhaps there is a God. LOL! Obviously, there is a God. And only one. But that's another blog of another topic. Right now, I must go wash his legs from all the pee pee and reward him with a nice, warm sippie cup full o' milk. Got milk?