Friday, August 15, 2008

He perches!

Footprints on the toilet seat,
Make me happy, make things sweet.

Seeing them means lots of things,
Mostly that I want to sing.

He is going every day,
Without accidents we can say.

Seeing him is such a sight,
Perched up on the seat just right.

In his own way and nothing more,
Potty training is no longer a chore.

Way to go!