So tonight Erik set up his own drum kit in the basement. He took a saucepan and lid and an empty popcorn tin and lid, arrayed them pretty much as a drum kit - the lids were the cymbals, of course. I came downstairs and he was playing his drums with wooden chopsticks, singing, "I wonder where the yellow went when I brushed my teeth with Pepsodent." Then, "I wonder where the green went when I brushed my teeth with Pepsodent."
He's been using the potty about 75% of awake time for the last week and a half. He has an accident every day or so. He had one yesterday. I smelled something, asked if he had to go, he said no, I gave him a two minute warning and checked Adin's diaper. He was stinky so I changed him then took Erik to the bathroom. As I was undressing him he told me to cover my eyes, so I was suspicious. As I cleaned him up I said I thought he needed a bath and he had a small freak out. But once in the bath he had fun. After the bath he commented on how fun it was, and not that bad. This morning he had a bit of a nightmare, however, thinking he'd had an accident and would need a bath. So I guess I am accidentally using aversion to toilet train him. I'm not really sure where to go from here. Just keep on reminding him to use the potty? Wait and see if he'll just tell me on his own? I'm eager for advice from potty training veterans. I just never imagined this first phase would go so smoothly and quickly.