I have to say that potty training the third child is not high on my priority list. Can't this kid just figure this stuff out? He has a brother and sister that go in the potty, why can't he?

Well, because of my laziness in the potty training department, I've employed two little helpers, and it has proved to be one of my greatest ideas ever. Reece and Maya get to help Mason go potty, which involve,
1. putting the potty seat on the potty
2. help him get on the potty seat
3. read him a book while he is going potty
4. help him wipe
5. help him get off the potty
6. help him wash his hands
7. help him get his undies and pants back on.
And their reward? One gummy bear for Mason and one gummy bear for the helper. The best part is, who ever has a turn taking Mason potty becomes his little personal cheerleader, "Come on Mason, it is time to sit on the potty, you are such a big boy when you sit on the potty!" All of that, because they want one measly little gummy bear. They must be really hard up for some sugar around here.

At this point Mason realized that I am planning on using these pictures as future blackmail. Future girlfriends, future fiance, maybe even the yearbook his senior year.