Fight 'da Food

I have been going through the painful process of trying to potty train Asa. In other words, I constantly linger in close proximity to the bathroom while my wiggly son runs around looking malnourished and sickly. My tactic is to fill his little mouth with as much fiber cookies and juices as his little body can handle. Talk about potty, insert cookie, pour juice, and repeat.

His reluctance to sit on the potty was beginning to drive me insane. I knew he had to do his business and so did he. It was a battle against wills and he had won one too many times. In a moment of desperation I bribed my two year old with my iPhone. Just the day before, he learned how to play the highly sophisticated game, Fruit Ninja, and it was the one and only thing that brought him to sit comfortably on the potty.

Now, Asa begs to go on the toilet so he can 'Fight 'da food.'

So thank you, Steve Jobs, for your magnificent invention. It has helped me in my parenting trickery and one step closer to discontinuing my stock in Pampers.