Dylan the Destroyer

Technically, he didn't DESTROY anything yet...but this is what he DID do...

This morning we tried to get him to use the potty.
When he woke up I put him right in to big boy underpants, which he peed in. Then I put him on the potty. No pee.
Back into jockeys...he peed in them too.
Onto the potty...nada.
But wait!!!

For his birthday he got a Thomas the Tank Engine birthday train which is magnetized, as in all the cars stick together with magnets.
ANYWAY. On his second trip to the potty, he brought one of the cars with him...
Experienced parents, you know where this is going....

I put him on the potty and went back to get my coffee, and settle in for a long session of "Go poo-poo in the potty! You can do it!" ad nauseum.

By the time I got back to the potty, one minute tops, he had tossed the train into the potty and I saw it sliding slowly down the potty hole and into oblivion. I tried to save it, but alas...the train was lost.
Dylan cried.
I felt bad for him but dang! Put POO-POO in the potty, not CHOO CHOO!!
Duh.