What does someone have to do to get a toilet around here.

Okay, so it's been a busy few months. Too busy for to maintain this blog, but I felt this would be worthy of your reading.

Last night, after lots of begging and pleading to dad, he let me use the toilet. Yes, I realize this subject is bit gross, especially for the squemish, but still.

Anyhow, as I was saying. I used the toilet, or "potty" as dad says. He's an adult and still says potty. I think I can get the hang of this thing. It's much easier and less, well, messy than the usual. Although, it's a little funny to me to make Dad clean up after me.

The best part though - I got a chocolate egg for my efforts!

Hooray Luca!