No! No! No!

There are many things I could and should write about, such as the start of an new school year, new news in the family, birthdays, or our recent trip to London.  However, before I forget, I need to share a recent potty story.  It has been a while, and I do have my priorities, after all.

I caught Isaac hoping from one foot to the other and shimmying his bottom back and forth.  I could tell it wasn't a new dance phase, and that he really needed to use the bathroom before it reached emergency status.  Emergency status could only be minutes (seconds?) away.  He was playing on the computer at the time, and he hates to be interrupted for mere bodily functions.

"Isaac, I think you need to go potty, hop to the bathroom."

"No!  I don't need to go potty!"

"Isaac it isn't a choice.  Just sit on the potty and try."

"No.  I don't have any pee!"

"It's okay if you can't go, just try."

"No, I won't do it."

"Son, go!"

"NOooo!"

At this point I physically escorted him to the bathroom and closed the door.  He promptly opened the door to leave all while hollering his outrage.  I really didn't want an accident on the carpet!  Seeing that my plan wasn't working, I joined him in the bathroom, stripped off his pants, and deposited him on the toilet.  Then I turned on the bathtub water.  No Ellis child who has to use the bathroom can resist the sound of water.  Sure enough seconds later the flood gates were released.  When Isaac realized that his body had betrayed him, he grabbed his penis and yelled, "No! No! No!"  This did not work in the slightest, and against his will he just kept going, and going, and going.  It was most impressive.

Finally when done, he sobered up, "I need to wash my hands."

Yup.