Full Charge

I’ve decide that Troy is like an iPhone battery. He tries to run it completely down before recharging it. Except instead of a battery, he does that with his bladder. Every time I ask him to go potty, he refuses. It’s not until he’s holding his wee-wee and dancing that he finally decides enough is enough. And then, it’s about a fifty-fifty chance that he’ll actually make it before he pees on himself.