Zoo Peeview

Wait!  That's not a potty.  BTW, PT wanted to wear his imaginary shoes, which he finally decided were pink.

It took me a long time to figure this out, but the problem with potty training Ptolemy was that I thought we had to be at home to do it, and we're never home long enough to let a big drink and a bunch of salty snacks work their magic.  The very thought of being trapped at home swimming in misplaced urine while the world passes me by has cost us a fortune in diapers.

I don't know why I was picturing this potty training thing happening within the confines of our home.  I trained Freestone sitting on a potty instead of a carseat while we drove to Las Vegas.  It worked brilliantly.  For six hours, he couldn't do anything but drink and you-know-what, all while we passed the world by at 70 miles per hour.  Sure it wasn't safe, but neither are caged animals, A.K.A. me at home hand-washing a pair of size 2T underwear every 17 minutes.

With the image of caged animals fresh in my mind, I took Ptolemy to the zoo, along with a purse full of juice boxes.  Our Zoo Peeview was a big success.  Three hours and 28 restrooms later, I claimed victory.  If he regresses, I'll try the aquarium.