Sean had just turned six when the bulging bottom had finally fallen out of our home life. All of us were feeling the strain. Sean was not yet potty trained in the #2 area but he had mastered the #1. I was standing there once when he was training for #1 and after he peed for what seemed to be for-feakin'-ever, he looked into the toilet and did the sign for yellow. Along with it he said, in a slow deep voice, "Yeeeellllooow". "Bipers" were costly so I really wanted him to move on and do the deed in the toilet. He knew the sign for 'brown' too. I thought, 'Come on, already!'
While dad and I were 'killin' time' in Texas, my mom was in Shreveport with the kids. I can't even imagine what it was like for her but as always, according to her, everyone was fine and dandy. Dad and I stayed two nights on the road but by the time we got back to Shreveport, Sean had taken his first dump in the toilet! I was almost jealous that I hadn't been there to witness it! I couldn't help but understand it all. It couldn't have been a coincidence. Sean was away from me and his dad long enough to relax and take a dump. It all came down to pressure in more ways than one. All I could do was give him a "high five".
