Big boy

We are visiting my parents and I worry about potty training with my boy. I don't have to worry anymore. I couldn't get up because I was nursing my daughter. My son told me he needed to go potty. However, his potty seat was downstairs. I coached him and he confidently went downstairs, brought his seat back up, went potty, flushed, and washed his hands. The only thing we haven't mastered yet? Wiping. Ha! Afterwards,  he closed my door "so we could go to sleep." He got back into bed by himself and is falling asleep now. 

(My parents weren't home at the time)

Thank you, Daniel Tiger. "Flush and wash and be on your way." 

And, thank you, Jesus, for my independent and responsible boy.