Warning: This is another potty training episode, and hopefully the last one before I say he's finally, completely trained.

Ok. So Lew has got used to going to the potty every morning and before bath time in the evening. This morning though was a different story. He wanted me to cuddle him while he sat on the potty. I wanted him to do it himself. So he stood there like a defiant puppy and wet the carpet! I found it so frustrating but I didn't tell him off. I ignored him to let him feel that I wasn't happy at all. I went back to bed and closed my eyes.

He hovered next to me trying to get my attention which he knew he wouldn't get so soon. 'Mummy?' Silence. 'Mummy? Family cuddle?' It was his way of saying sorry. Of course, it broke my heart but I was also interested in what he was going to say next. After a few seconds of silence, he tried again. 'Mummy, house on fire!' Hmm, nice try Lewis, but I wanted him to realise what he has done, that he should wee on the potty; not on the floor.

So I went down to his level and told him to wee on the potty, Lewis, not on the floor, ok? He nodded. To gauge if he really really understood, I asked, 'So what do you need to do next?' He replied, 'Eat breakfast?'