Dear Little Man,
You are growing up so fast. No longer are you a tiny helpless infant, but instead a fun-loving and active boy. Your mommy and I are so very proud of you and all of your new knowledge and talents. The fact that you can recite with no mistakes all of your ABCs, and you're incredibly polite with your use of "please," "thank you" and "excuse me," makes us very happy. We're also very impressed with your climbing and acrobatic skills in the playground at the park.
Next week, while your mommy and I are on vacation and you're spending time with your cousins in San Diego, you'll turn 27 months old. That's two and one half of a half years old. Congratulations, you're a big boy now! Along with this new level of maturity comes new responsibilities. And I'm not talking about getting a job and pulling your own weight, although that would be nice given the price of gas these days. I'll give you a few years before I bring that up again, so don't worry. I'm talking about a new level of self awareness and control. To put it simple, you need to really start to "pee pee" and "poo poo" in a toilet, or potty as kids your age call it.

So while we're gone, observe your cousins, overcome your apprehension, whip it out and aim for the center of the porcelain throne. Turn that water yellow and make us even more proud. We know you can do it. We'll be overcome with joy if you're a master at toilet use by the time we return. We know it's not a very long time to train, but given the fact that you've excelled at virtually everything else, we're confident you'll succeed. There may be a nice reward for your effort.
Good luck little man!
Love,
Daddy and Mommy
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