Last night after dinner, Junior was racing around the living room when he suddenly announced, "I need to use the potty!"
Chuck scooped him up and plopped him down on his special chair. I thought, holy moly, this is it: the end of diapers. Chuck and I waited patiently as Junior looked around the kitchen.
"Junior? Are you—"
"—I NEED A BOOK! I NEED A BOOK!"
Yep, Dad's been doing potty time. One Dune book at a time.