The Potty Wars continue.
We are making solid progress. Offerings of candy and stickers have yielded better negotiations with the hostiles.
But constant vigilance must be maintained lest the destruction of more underwear continue.
I'm happy to report that nighttime skirmishes have all but ceased. Conditions are staying dry through the watches of the night.
Battle lines are drawn again with the dawn. The kitchen timer helps create borders to the conflict. We meet at the negotiation site and take our appointed seats every thirty minutes. Sometimes the meetings are fruitful. Sometimes they are not. Sometimes the meetings help maintain pee peace for another half-hour. Sometimes the meetings only serve as a smoke screen for covert bladder activity.
But we will prevail.
We will not go quietly into that dark night.
And we will never, never, never give up.
Unless we completely run out of clean, dry underwear.