Humour me.
Just for a moment leave this excellent web-site and, for as long as you can bear it, check out: The Potty Dance.
Now in theory the rest of this weeks blog should be a blank page because, frankly, I have been left powerless to describe what we've just shared together. But ......
The past week has seen us try to toilet train our little cherub, with varying degrees of success. However, it's true to say that even while wringing out sodden Peppa Pig undies or scooping soft piles of "accident" from the floor boards it never once occurred to me to don half a hundred weight of bling, huge shades and dance about with the nations of the world doing the 'paarrrrddy' dance.
Potty training advice is almost overwhelming and is influenced by gender (childs and advice givers), past experience, age, culture, time constraints, location, equipment, and many, many more and whether it's the written word or the word of mouth things can often seem impossible and even contradictory but for what it's worth here's my contribution.
Bribery.
Easter means Easter Bunny. Easter Bunny means chocolate. Chocolate means the perfect incentive for sitting down on the funny big white chair. While I'm sure there are plenty of people who will gasp in horror or roll their eyes and mumble protestations of tooth decay and bad habits I'm prepared to do pretty much anything and whats more - it's working!
Of course the sensible thing to do is to check out the advice section on this site (check here for some potty training tips!) or make the most of the internet and check out our forum, where you can ask for help and advice from real Dads who have been there and done it or are going through it right now. Helpful, easy, friendly and not a funky dance to be seen.