More Than One Way

Emma had just had a little potty training accident. Jake had been in super-awesome-helper mode that day, so he quickly volunteered to take care of it. (I was trying to make dinner and was incredibly grateful for the reprieve.)

Minutes later I saw Jake heading toward the living room with his super soaker. And this is what I saw next.

I might have gone at things with some wipes, spray bottles, and a vacuum. But boys do things differently. It's January and his super soaker was apparently feeling undervalued.

Where there's a will there's a way. And if it's cleaning up potty training accidents, I'm not going to complain about the way that's chosen.