3 Day Potty Training Novels & Stories

Day 7 Another day. 23 days left. Patima woke up with a big grin on her face. Today is Sunday, they all plan to go to Church later, at 9 in the morning. She quickly gets up on her bed to the bathroom to brush her teeth. She then walks out of her bedroom after. She marathoned down the stairs and to the kitchen. "Patima, you look happy today" the said girl looked at the dining area and rolled her eyes.

Three weeks Later I yawned as I watched the guys getting ready to go hunt. Maddy had woken me up with the intent to go with them. I sat up carefully so I didn’t crush my tiny cub that was curled into my body, trying to stay warm. Mom had said that by the time he was three months old, he would be up, running around and driving us crazy.

Third Person's POV Wyatt squirmed in his seat as Noah tried to wipe his face clean. The little 3-year-old was eager to get back outside and play. But his dad wouldn't let him go until all traces of his dinner were wiped clean from his face. “Good grief, go!” Noah said when he was finally satisfied that the little Alpha's face was clean enough.

-This part isn't that deep, and it actually feels nice. "Surely your dad will love to join you." Logan: Aren't you coming in? "No way! I've had enough baths today." Logan: Got it. We're going to have fun,though. All four of them entered the river, and it soon turned into a swimming lesson. "Do you think you can teach them to swim in three days?" Logan: I learned in two hours, so yes, I hope they learn. Plus, they've overcome the most important factor. -Two hours? It took me three weeks just to get away from the shore.

I need to focus on the duration now. "Okay, now let's go home," Papa advised. My stomach immediately grumbled, reminding me how hungry I was. “Yes!” I followed him hurriedly. On our way to the pack house, Papa spoke, "Actually, you did better than I expected, pup.” Hearing his words, I glanced up and noticed his affectionate gaze. He smiled at me lovingly and held my hand. “From what I’ve learned from my father, this step takes at least three days or more. For me, it took three days, and I carried the record proudly until you broke it, making me even prouder.”

Callina says blushing. "Well slow won't be enough, get some rules set, including the diaper goal, I'll leave it to you three to decide on what goes and whatnot, but from experience, it's best to set all the rules from the beginning, diapers, bottles, bedtime, bath time, littles need structure," David advice, his voice didn't hold any judgement, he was genuinely trying to help. "What about the kitten?" He asks turning to Jace. "Well...I didn't have the budget to splurge and until yesterday she was a cry baby, we have a schedule she's used to, including naps, bath and bedtime, Molly is completely diaper dependent," Jace says, he made due with what he could.

No way! "You need to be taught a lesson." I seethed. " You need to be punished for your foolishness. Since your new found hobby is shattering my properties worth millions of dollars we'll just have to channel your energy into somewhere else." "Starting now." I continued. " You'll clean this mess up and clean this entire house until I deem it fit for you to stop. " "But sir, I just….." "Three days." I cut her off. " You're going to keep on cleaning this entire house and it's surroundings for three days until I ask you to stop. And on an empty stomach too."

An instant later, he demanded, “Why’re you bothering me?” I snorted. “Like I called to talk to a scroatbag like you. Get my sister on the line.” “She’s got more important things to do than talk to a shit stain like you. She’s busy wiping my kid’s ass.” My two-and-a-half-year-old niece Teagan was in the midst of potty training, and she was being a resistant little turd—much like her father—so I asked, “Diaper or toilet?” Ten sighed. “Still diaper. I swear, that kid’s going to shit her pants until she’s thirty.”

Adrian chose this moment to announce potty training. Terrible timing. We were barely managing the current operational complexity without adding toilet instruction. But he was showing every readiness indicator, and delaying a child's developmental milestones because they were inconvenient felt like the wrong call. "Potty!" He ran to the bathroom with the certainty of someone who had made a decision. "Big boy potty!" "Perfect timing," I said to no one in particular, following him.

"Rule number one: always call me papa and him daddy. Rule number two: we will not allow any back talk, hitting, yelling, or kicking from you. Use your manners. Rule number three: no lying. Rule number four: never leave the house without either of your daddies. Rule number five: always listen to your daddies. Rule number six: you must take every day a nap when we tell you so. Rule number seven: always use your diapers. Rule number eight: bedtime is at 8 PM unless told otherwise. Rule number nine: eat your fruit and vegetables. And finally, rule number ten: always tell your daddies when something is wrong. We are here to help you and we won't get mad as long as you stay calm and explain clearl