We took Chili on a walk yesterday. Tyler gave me play-by-play of Chili's action. "Chili go potty on grass." I tried to ignore Tyler, because this sort of sounded like tattle telling to me and I need to get caught up on my reading to know how to handle tattlers. Anyway, a few minutes later, Tyler yelled "No, Chili! No go poo poo on grass!" Nice. I wasn't sure whether I should explain to Tyler that Chili doesn't use a toilet or a diaper, and by the time I had played an entire dialog about poo, pee, dogs and people, Tyler was distracted by his desire to get out of his stroller so I opted for silence and let him out of the stroller. We walked along. Slowly. Tyler started walking in place. He's never in a hurry when I am. I got about ten feet in front of him and turned around to see Tyler standing on the grass. Just as a family walked by him, Tyler declared loudly "Ty go potty on grass!" As much as I want him to be potty trained, I was thanking my lucky stars for diapers at that moment.