To state the obvious: Potty training is going really, really well. In the first picture, Josh is wearing his "Cars" underwear beret-style. I was there when he put it on his head. I wasn't there, obviously, when Josh decided to wear the toilet seat as a crown -- or a halo. I only came after I heard screaming. (Sadly, this happens a lot). I can only imagine the thought process went something like this: "This is so fun to sit on that I better put it on my head."
It tooks about 15 minutes for me to figure out how to get the thing back over his ears, and he was shrieking the whole time. A better mother would have started solving that problem immediately. I just grabbed a camera to document the humilation. Let the therapy begin.
