It may not sound like much, but this is major. The last time I had Willem's diaper off and he needed to go, he screamed and writhed as though he would disintegrate if he couldn't go in his diaper.
Last night at bedtime prayers together, I prayed that God would help him want to use the potty.
This morning he brought up his Raggedy Andy doll.
"Can he use the potty?"
Next it was Bob the Builder's turn.
"Maybe you should show them how it's done," I suggested casually, and went downstairs to use the computer.
And, sure enough, he did.
Happy, happy day.