You know things have gone terribly wrong when your kid would rather use his potty as a racetrack than to actually go potty. We’re going to be putting the potty on the back burner for a while. Baby Boy still gets stiff like a board when you try to put him on the seat and clutches me as though he is a monkey, replete with claws digging into mamma. He also runs like lightning whenever anyone flushes. I think he’s afraid he’ll get sucked down there, too. I guess he’s been watching Finding Nemo too often. And clearly he’s been watching Cars too much because the potty became the Piston Cup course last night. Ka-chow!