I tricked Erik into sitting on the toilet, explaining it was just easier for me to undress him for his bath that way. He was less than excited about sitting there and even said a little "no" under his breath, but he ultimately seemed to accept my explanation, letting me peel down his shorts and take off his shoes. I let him listen to the water run, and then it HAPPENED. He went! Horrified, he stopped midstream, but I cheered him on, and he finished emptying his bladder. I let him flush the toilet and made up a song for him on the spot, including "hoorays" and vigorous hand motions, which he found highly amusing and asked me to repeat.
I have never been so dang excited to see a man use the facilities. Seriously. It was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen.
I immediately called my parents. My mother answered, and after my description of what had happened had been relayed on the other end of the phone, I could hear my father whoop with joy in the background.
Labels: toilet training, Williams syndrome