Dun-duh-nun-nah! Dun-duh-nun-nah! Dun-duh-nun-nah!
Now, anyone who knows me knows that I'm not fond of plastic in general and even less of plastic that makes noise, but Zachary has been adamantly opposed to anything potty for the last several months. I hoped this and the Thomas the Tank Engine Underwear might warm him up to the idea.
Did it ever.
As soon as we took his throne out of the box, he took the crown. He sat himself down and called for his "privacy." We, his loyal subjects, retreated to the kitchen where we kept a listening ear.
That's when the trumpets blared in all their electronic and sovereign glory and we all came running to pay our homage. He was the proudest I've ever seen him.
I told him, "When Mama and Papa heard the music we said to each other in the kitchen, Zachary has done it!"
Pointing to himself he replied, "And I am Zachary!"
"That's so great, Zachary," Jacob added.
To which His Highness was moved to respond warmly, "I love you, Jacob."
It was a moment of unparalleled triumph for the whole Royal Family.
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As for training tips, I don't have any. But I can recommend that you keep a fat roll of paper towels handy, maintain the patience of Job, and be prepared-- at any moment-- to get wildly excited about things most other people prefer not to think about.