I almost don’t want to say this, because I know if I do, it will jinx everything. So I am going to write it very, very tiny in parentheses and please don’t read this out loud, or I am holding you responsible for the consequences.

(I think my son is potty trained.)

I haven’t changed a soiled diaper in over three weeks, and last weekend we switched to “big boy pants” full time (except overnight), and we have not (knock-on-wood-and-make-the-sign-of-the-cross) had a single accident since. Not at school Not at home.

Like with all other things, this is a transition that Harry made on his own, decisively and abruptly.

I might forgive him his recently developed perverse independent streak (coincidence? I don’t think so).

(Shhh. This weekend I may give away the changing table)