It's the poop thing where it all falls apart. Oliver was SO CLOSE to pooping in the potty tonight. He didn't poop at all yesterday, which is troubling but not unusual. After dinner tonight he asked to go to the potty ("just pee, mum!") three times in 20 minutes. Not 1 minute after the third potty trip he ran to me saying that he pooped in his underpants. He was upset, but not devastated, and I reminded him that accidents happen, it's okay, etc. And also that if he'd stayed on the potty one more minute we wouldn't be having this trauma.
He just so darn close to having this challenge, ahem, behind him. And I am so close to having just one kid in diapers. He'll have to forgive me if I'm a little bit over-eager.