Good news...we don't have to move...

Fiona was pretty sure that once the boys were potty trained, we would have to move...because of the accidents all over the place..
Ryan, was easy.Actually easier than Rhea.

Rohan, drew his line in the sand. I'm sure his process went something like "ok this is where i draw the line. We are not the same.I'm different.I will NOT be potty trained. Say it after me...I will NOT be potty trained"

But we tried and tried.

Fiona would take him potty every half an hour. For three hours. Nothing.
Fiona goes out. Its my turn. Great!
"Rohan , do you need to go potty"
"NO, i just went potty"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I just went potty" *icily*
"Fine"

Two minutes later i hear.."uh oh"
Pause..
"UhOh". First shades of panic in his voice
"UH OH"

Breathe...breathe...and get the carpet cleaner..