It's coming!

These are the words I've heard a million times today from the mouth of three year old J. So much for having him sit on the toilet every half hour, because it comes in much shorter intervals. I'm not a potty training expert, and I don't really feel like becoming one. Unfortunately, it's my morning to be with him. So that means I change and wash twenty pairs of underwear (because apparently he can't hold in the least little dribble). Bleh!