"Oh Sammy! You're making a mess!" John sighed exasperatedly.
He sat on the edge of the tub beside the toilet, he was trying to teach Sam to use the big boy toilet but the four year old wasn't getting it. He sighed as Sam hit the seat instead of the bowl. The boy looked at him sadly and pouted.
"I'm trying Daddy."
John sighed and nodded grimly. "Go on to the other potty, finish up there, I got my own business to take care of."
Sam sulkily walked to the kiddy potty and glared at it, this potty was the kind that you sat on, boy or girl because either way you couldn't mess. He looked at John and watched his father opening his jeans. The man pulled himself out of his boxers and took a stance by the toilet. Sam watched in awe as John managed to pee without spilling on the seat.
Carefully Sam copied what he'd seen John do, even standing with his legs apart and holding himself with both hands. He stuck his tongue between his lips and concentrated, watching how he was aiming. He took a deep breath and let loose. Sam grinned when he saw his success.
"Daddy! Daddy! Look, I'm doing it just like you!"
John looked over his shoulder in surprise and smiled when he saw how Sam was standing. "Good job kiddo!"
Sam grinned toothily and stopped what he was doing, he rushed over to where John was standing and pushed on his father's leg, climbing up onto the step.
"I wanna try again!"
John laughed and moved away, zipping his pants shut, he watched Sam concentrate and get into position. It was a proud moment when Sam finished his business without making a mess on the seat. John smiled and scooped Sam up in a hug when the boy had righted his pants.
"I'm proud of you Sammy." He kissed his son's cheek and carried him off to the room.