Leave it to Grandma to finally figure it out.
After trying everything from threatening bodily harm to sleeping in the laundry basket (he actually LIKED that idea) to contemplating signing him up for some governmental study for "Kids who Won't Poop in the Toilet", Ang and I had flat run out of ideas.
Not to mention patience, loss of hair, and as of tonight? Roughly 4 years off my life span.
Thanks to my Mom, we've gone 2 whole days without what I like to refer to as "Defcon 10". Yes Virginia, there really is a Santa Claus and even more amazing? Trot hasn't gone in his pants.
And all it took was my Mom telling him that if he did it again he couldn't have any cookies.
Opening Day is coming, Opening Day is coming, Opening Day is coming.