Do the...potty dance.

"Momma, momma...come 'ere! Come 'ere." I walk over to the other side of the kitchen with a puzzled look on my face. "Momma come close. Come close." I lean down so close that I can smell his goldfish and peanut butter breath. "You hear that momma? You hear that?" "Hear what Baby?" He whispers back to me, "You hear that? I'm peeing." I stand up and say, "You know, it would make a much louder noise if you peed in the potty and not your diaper." He laughs and bounces away.
I think we are making some progress with potty training.