Right now I become one of those mothers who talks about her child's bowel movements. Keegan has gifted us with a diaper free household since last Fri. He has had one accident at school (couldn't tear himself away from circle time) and one here (sleeping too hard to wake up to pee). He has been telling the world about his underwear. It's Elmo. Because you can't find any that is just plain. At least with Elmo we are supporting PBS. I was nervous because he hadn't had a BM since switching over and I figured he was holding out. Last night on the big potty he was successful. We celebrated with a conga style victory dance, stopping every few feet to say "raise your hand if you pooped in the potty!" We did two laps. And this morning he went again on the little potty. He turned to observe his work and declared, "Mommy! I made a pinecone!" Gross but cute. Last year one of his teachers told me she thought he was the kind of kid who would train over a weekend. I told her today that she was right. Keegan's other phase is "The policeman says 'No! Don't pee in your underwear.'" So for now at least he respects authority.