Bathroom Blues

I’m done potty-training Zippy. Not that he’s done potty-training, I’m just done with it. I would have thought that until he stands up to do his business, I wouldn’t need to wash the bathroom floor multiple times a day. I was wrong. He’s come up with a new trick that I’m simply not OK with. He refuses to um, aim down. . .so it all comes out under the seat. That means his clothes and the floor get soaked nearly every time. This is not what I signed up for.