Let's just say that we didn't win the struggle. We did however accept defeat, and stopped worrying about it all together. We changed his diaper in the morning without a single word about using the potty. We cleaned up foul messes without complaining. We just dropped the subject all together.
Three days later, he got up, took off his diaper, brought us a pair of roos to put on him- and he's been using the potty every since. He did it. On his own terms. He won.
(Don't tell him, but I kinda feel like a winner too!)
Here are a few pictures from our Big Boy celebration at Chuck E. Cheese.
(Who looks like the bigger kid in this picture?)