Attempting to post from the commuter train. [Update: attempt failed, miserably.] En route to the office, away from the neverending chaos of potty training. Not mine, Mojo's. He is one lazy boy.

Between Mojo's accidents and Cookie's remarkably poor toilet-bowl aim our place is starting to smell a lot like a subway stairwell.

Still, he's making progress. He came in to pee this morning while I showered. I stuck my head out to congratulate him.

"Good work, Mojo. Gimme five!"

He took his little hand off his little ochinchi -- leaving it to shoot randomly over the edge of the potty and all over the floor.

Getting to work won't be so bad. I won't have to mop the floor. I hope.