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To: Grainne who wrote (21015)	4/26/1998 2:11:00 AM
From: Carol	Respond to of 108807

Alas, I can't help you. My daughter pees sitting down, same as her mother..hehhehhehehhehheeee

To: Grainne who wrote (21015)	4/26/1998 2:18:00 AM
From: jhild	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 108807

I have taught my boys to do it the manly way. As Alex has coined it "Stand and Deliver". Next lesson - put the seat back down.

To: Grainne who wrote (21015)	4/26/1998 3:49:00 PM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 108807

Hey CGB! Well-that question sure sent me spinning backwards into the past. Back into the early days when the toilet seemed very, very large for tiny baby behinds, and very, very small for the wobbly and unpredictable aim of a two year old. Details were not important. Getting to the toilet in some way, shape, form prior to discharge was the goal. Style was secondary. I spent many hours mopping and lysoling the bathroom floors, but both styles could cause that: sitting if you let go mid-stream, causing an entertaining out-of-control fire hose effect, and standing because after all, concentration wanders rather quickly at two and there seems to be a correlation between penile direction and wandering eyes. We did make an effort to use proper terminology and the boys learned 'urinate' and 'penis'. And I tried to remain emotionless about the whole process, not wanting to traumatize them somehow. You know you read all these stories...The boys, however, had no such scruples about sparing me emotional trauma, and I remember one day when one son, I won't say which, thus preserving some pretense of privacy, was angry at me for something and walked into my bedroom, pulled his Superman undies down, looked me right in the eye and urinated on the rug. He then turned and walked out, leaving me wondering where my old abnormal psychology books were packed away and what the youthful bathroom habits were of Jack the Ripper. I believe, but am not certain, that demonstrations were provided by the man of the house. And choice was left to the child and, you know what, I have no idea how they do it now. Nor do I think I want to. It's enough that they use the bathroom and not the living room rug.