Potty talk...

Dear Nicky,

This evening when I came home you told me clear as a bell you needed to go on the potty, so I took you and you went brilliantly. I praised and praised you. Then a few minutes later you had a poopy in your pants on the couch. I didn't lose my cool, put you back on the potty, and you made another poopy. We're getting there, son, we're getting there.

Love,
Dad