Today, after returning from a day at friends house in the country, I was missing my sweet boy just after we walked in the door. I called his name and he replied, “I’m here Mom, in the bathroom, just taking a potty break.” A moment of panic ran through me as I briefly recognized his fabulous use of language, (responded the first time, secured attention by using my name, expressed his needs) because him in the bathroom unattended would normally mean he had put an entire roll of toliet paper in the toliet or worse, he has pooped and is trying to clean himself up. But neither was true. I opened the door to find him standing at the toliet, pants down, with a golden arch splashing the toliet water; not the porcelain or the wall or the floor, the water. He finished up, pulled up his pants and ran to the paper he wanted to color with his markers without any further mention of what he just did. As I was recovering from this break through moment after 2.5 years of struggle and determination that he could and would be potty trained even if he was in his teens before it happened, I realized I need to get him more elastic waisted pants so he can continue to be successful.