I hate to brag, but

I have the smartest little boy ever.

I realize that the statement is arguable, and purely my slanted opinion, but I am sticking by it.

This kiddo potty-trained himself.

Yep, you read that right. He potty-trained himself.

On Mother's Day, he came out of his room wearing his "chonies" and told me that he's a big boy and going to peepee in the potty.

I said, "Okay." And was thinking, "Yeah right."

But he did, and has since that day. He has had a couple of accidents, but for the last three days, he has been able to wear the same pair of superhero-covered underwear all day (I am not saying he has worn the same pair for all three days, he puts clean ones on in the morning).

All that is required of me is to stand by him, clap, and then sing and dance the potty song.

I bet you're trying to figure out what me rockin' potty song is, huh?

You'll probably never find out!