Carrie96

"What's wrong, Jamesie?" Sharon heard a faint trickling sound from his crotch and felt his diaper grow a little clammy through his pajamas. "James! Did you just go pee-pee?!" She asked, excitedly, wondering if he knew he had to go before it came out. She'd been wanting to try potty-training him for a few weeks now, but Paul was hesitant to agree. They'd been talking about the potty to him, letting him sit on it every now and then when he'd been dry for a while, and talking about how 'pee-pee' made his diaper wet and 'poop' made his diaper messy, but they hadn't gone any further than that. Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk

"Hi, sweetheart!" Sharon pulled James out of his crib and kissed his forehead. After gently squeezing the front of his diaper through his blue footie pajamas with trucks on them, she realized he was dry. He'd been waking up dry most mornings for a couple of weeks, now. "Your diaper is dry, honey! Look who's Mommy's big boy!" Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk