my son went at about the same time every day so when my wife and i had 4 days off we decided it was time. when the witching hour came around, we set him on the pot and told him to go. he fought it, but we wouldn't let him up until he went. he is a motorcycle nut so we got him a couple of magazines. he sat there and "read" his books until he couldn't hold it in anymore and did his business. fortunately, my son is a clean freak like me so after a couple of days he realized it was cool not messing up his pants.
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