When we first got off the plane in Austria on our trip over the ocean, Brady of course had to go potty. After a long but short night on the plane I took him. He has done so well being potty trained since June. He did his thing without problems or hesitation but when he was done and ready to flush he got stressed out. There is really no other way to put it except that he got noticeably anxious with the unfamiliarity of the potty and the location of "the flush" in particular. Here they could be anywhere. I say this story now because Brady has adapted so well that he can find the flush anywhere and it's become a game. Just one of the little adjustments we've all made.... did I mention we can't flush toilet paper?
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