What the heck?!

We weren't even going to attempt to potty train Newt until after the dust from the G-bomb settled.
Well, two nights ago, he decided to poop in the potty. So, because we told him he'd be able to, he got a pull up to sleep in. He woke up dry, checking another one off the list. So, he expected to wear underpants. Oh, boy...
Now, we're two days into involuntary potty training. Between all the potty trips and feeding the infant, a single trip to Michael's took 2.5 hours! For 6 items!
We.re on Newty Standard Time. When is this kid going to freaking cooperate?

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