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Author's Note: I work at a day care and for about two and a half hours a day the children are asleep. During that time I have nothing better to do then immerse myself in the wonderful world of fan fiction. This is my first ever story and it's partially based on a real incident. Please be kind : )

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"Ok," he said matter-of-factly, "let's look at this logically"

"Would that be a 'male driven' and 'fact based' kinda logic, Jack," questioned a sarcastic voice from the next room.

Ignoring the interruption he turned his full attention to the other occupant in the room. Placing his hands on his hips he began again.

"Everybody does it, even me!" He added with enthusiasm. "You just need to do it once, and then you'll be hooked."

"Just like drugs, right?" The sarcastic voice was back.

"I thought we agreed," he said through clenched teeth, "that you'd let me try it my way. Why don't you go and...bake something?" The last sentence was bordering on rage.

Once again he turned his full attention to his companion. "You see, it's all emotion for them," he jerked his thumb towards the voice. "But for you and me buddy, it's all logic. So whatta ya say? Just...do it. Let it go, come on. I know you can."

And then it happened; a little trickle, followed by a stream.

Jackson had potty trained his son!

"Leese! Come quick, he's doing it!"

The two year old was so excited that he jumped straight off of the toilet...midstream. Lisa made it to the bathroom door just in time to watch as Jackson's face turn from excited to horrified. Urine seemed to spray in every direction, soaking everything in its path. Lisa broke into hysterical laughter and her son echoed her beaming proudly at his parents.

Leaning down Lisa hugged her son. "Great job Aidan," she said ruffling his hair. "Maybe next time daddy can teach you how to aim." She smirked up at Jackson before adding, "Now let's go bake something, your father has to clean up."