Oh sure, she used the potty daily after it first arrived. I mean, she asked for it, by name.
The thrill wore off 72 hrs later. Now it’s a waiting game. It’s The Treasure of Sierra Madre, and we’re all sitting around the campfire, watching who’ll nod off first.
She doesn’t know how tough we are, though. We waited years for her. We can wait years for her– her– for her product to go directly where we’d like it to go.
Meanwhile I am starting to tally the parental dilemmas whose solutions boil down to: patience. And if patience isn’t the answer to more than 90% of those dilemmas, I will eat my copious collection of dirt- and sweat-stained baseball caps, one by one.