  Today I picked Aidan up from school and his teacher announced the amazingly happy news that he didn't have any accidents today. I was more than excited. We began this last Wednesday and already such a success! When I got Aidan home, it became clear that he was having one of his days where he can focus on nothing and meddles in everything. A few hours in, at exasperation's dawn, John offered to take him to the park. Or the krap as we've come to call it since Aidan figured out what P-A-R-K means. We also use a lot of pig latin. Anyway, at the krap Aidan had an accident of the number 2 variant. It was everywhere, and awful. John undressed him on the porch, which would prove a fateful decision. He hosed him off in the shower laboriously, then I dressed Aidan and we both went to cleaning. By the time we got back to the porch, the cat had gotten into Aidan's clothes, so we had to give her a bath, too.
Needless to say, what seemed like a victorious day at early afternoon turned into a sad defeat three accidents (one more #2, and a #1) later at early evening. I hate crap. I especially hate crap at the krap. I am looking forward to how easy everyone says potty training a girl will be compared to the boy. I think it's pretty funny that spellcheck doesn't recognize potty. 
