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So we got Rascal on the yaykit train to help him learn to put his peebeep and 'tinky in the potty. Now we have to train him to put his clothes back on.

"No itchies!", which is the Rascal-ism for gitchies.

He has Thomas the Tank Engine and Finding Nemo itchies. Apparantly they're soooo last year. He has a birthday coming up, and Gamma has as much as promised him some Lightning McQueen itchies. Who knows, maybe that'll do the trick.

He has also decided not to wear anything for bedtime, and so far we're accident-free! However, this has opened up the door to a whole new getting-out-of-bed opportunity. It used to be he'd ask for milk or a certain blanket or toy, but we had worked around that after several months of effort. It came to the point where he realized no amount of asking was going to get my attention. My policy (such as it is) was to respond to the first 2 or 3 requests and then the store was closed for the night.

Now, all he need say is that he has peebeep or 'tinkies and I'm flying up the stairs to attend to the little driblets he rations out over the 2 or so hours bedtime takes to complete. A few times I have tried to hard-line it with him and not allow him to get up, but then he makes a mess and teaches me a lesson.

Sometimes I wonder who is being potty-trained here.