A Job Well Done

This afternoon Caleb pooped on the potty for the 4th time, the first time in a week. I rewarded him with ten m&m's. He tried to sit at the table and eat them, but was unable to do so in peace because Joshua--whose refusal to use the potty has excluded him from partaking in sugary rewards--encroached covetously, pestering his twin to share some of the spoil. Caleb ran around the house seeking refuge, carefully balancing his jam jar lid-full of m&ms while Joshua pursued. Finally, Caleb came to a halt and selected an m&m to give to Joshua. "Here, here's an m&m," he said. Joshua grinned happily as he savored the fruit of Caleb's labor, then lingered to see if Caleb would share more. "Here's one more," said Caleb, as he selected a second m&m to give to his brother. Two additional "one more's" were offered. Joshua heartily congratulated Caleb on his job well done (no pun intended), saying "Good job pooping on the potty, Caleb!" in between bites of candy. They concluded the snack session with a big bear hug and several exchanges of "I love you" and "that's so sweet". And to think that yesterday at the doctor's office they were practically trying to gouge each other's eyes out. I guess it's true what they say about twins- one moment they are the bitterest enemies, the next they are the best of friends. I'm thankful that in our case, the latter seems to be the case more often!