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Bribery Works!

For the last several weeks, I have been potty training my 3 1/2 yr old.  He has been reluctant to say the least.  The first week, he would say, "No underwear, Mommy. I wear diapers."  He would even go so far as to get a diaper and put it on himself.  But, after a great deal of persistence, he would put on his Thomas the Tank Engine Underwear and go on the potty.

The only problem.  He REFUSED to go #2 on the potty. So, for the past two weeks, I have consistently had to clean messy underwear.  By the middle of this week, I had had enough.  I had to find that "thing" that would be the hook to get him over his fear and just do it.

Then I remembered.  A few months ago we got this amazing toy pirate ship at the thrift store.  It was way too nice to just give the boys, so we told them that it would be a Christmas present.  Well, A has not forgotten about the ship and asks for it, almost everyday.  I had the hook!

Last night I told him that if he went #2 on the potty, he would get the pirate ship.

After lunch he was outside with his brothers and all of the sudden they all came running into the house.  A had announced he had to go!  It was a party atmosphere in the bathroom. Our bathroom is not meant to have three people crowded around the toilet while someone it trying to go, but we crammed in to see if today would be the day . . .


And it was!!  I guess finding the right bribe was the key!

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  1. LOL!!! I love his ship!!!!!!!

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  2. Yeah for little successes! And it was nice that it didn't cost too much as well!

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  3. Yeah! I hope it still working for him!
    I had to clean up my daughter's poopy underwear for about a month before she figured it out. gross. so glad that's over!

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