What did I agree to?

     For reasons unknown even to me, I have agreed to be a foster parent to a child that hardly knows me, that I barely know, and that is 4.  Lets call him Peanuts.  He's been through more transitions in the last month than I'd ever wish on a kid. Truthfully, I don't know what his home life was like entirely. I know his parents love him, and that they are doing the best they can. We're all just in the middle right now.
     Now, for the last two days we've been working to try to transition him into our family.  We've got crazy rules, like, we only eat 5 times a day (horrible, I know), we give hugs and kisses often, (germs!) and we take quiet time in our beds.  Oh, and 4 year olds go in the toilet.
     Today's biggest struggle was with the bathroom.  Peanuts is pretty shy.  He doesn't want to go to the bathroom for me at all.  Everytime I ask him if he has to go he says no, but we've had accidents two days in a row so today I was going to be on top of the situation.  Get back into the constant reminding and hand holding.  Be a potty training goddess.  I haven't done it in over a year, but I know I can get back into the swing of things.  I've done it with two kids already for heaven's sake!
     After the normal morning pee (having all the kids go at the same time) I urged lots of fluids to make it easier on him and to have lots of opportunity for success.  Still, he said no EVERY TIME!  I knew he had to go.  How long can a 4 year old hold it? 

 A LONG TIME! 

     I ended up resorting to bribery after nap (chocolate!), and this evening I gave him a choice: either go in the toilet or I'd have to put a diaper on him.  (It might of helped that the only diapers we still have in the house after a year of being potty trained are princess pull-ups)  So he finally went...Success of a sort... I can do this.
   And tomorrow is another day.