Remember that story about my 2.5 year old peeing his pants in Wal-Mart a few weeks ago?
Yesterday, I took him back to the store to get a few things. He’s really fun to take to the store (when he’s not making puddles all over the dairy section) because he’s so happy and friendly.
As we passed by the cheese area where the infamous incident occurred, he stared at the floor by the cheese display for a moment, then looked at me with a solemn expression, shook his head, and said “No pee on the floor.”
We’ve been telling him “We do not pee on the floor” since he began having some accidents a few weeks ago. At least he has been listening.