Never hold discussions with the monkey when the organ grinder is in the room.

One suspects that this is one of those "He's going to resent this in the future" kind of snaps, but I've decided that I'm posting it anyway.

We're a week into what I am calling toilet turkey, a titanic tussle to topple terrible toddler habits; namely, pooing one's pants.

But I ask you, does this like a fellow ready to ditch the world of cloth nappies and thrust himself headlong into a world of cisterns, u-bends, bowls and urinals?