Then the was the Bar Exam. I know how bad it was for me, but I guess it was bad for him, too. Because of Tony's long work hours, the boys spent three days at their grandparent's house. Collin came back a portion train wreck. As if he had forgotten what to do, or he was punishing me for being gone. I finally retrained him for night times, but he still poops his pants daily. And I mean daily. No exaggeration.
Today for example. His daycare finally got him to sit on the potty long enough to go, only for him to have an accident 2 hours later at home.
I don't even know what to do any more.
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