Ode to Potty Training

Oh how I love to potty train
when all my time goes down the drain.
He sits and stands and sits some more
and when he's through, the pee's on the floor.
I cheer and smile and praise and beam
but deep inside I'd like to scream.
And when he's mastered number one
number two comes at a run.
Or perhaps it's me that has to run
poop, to him, is loads of fun.
Poop is fun right in his pants
and on the floor as he does a dance.
But never fear, I'll persevere
I'll make it through this potty nightmare.
And then one day I'll stand and shout
I'll laugh and laugh as I think about
all the money that I'm not spending
and the way I'm no longer depending
on those horrible, nefarious things
diapers, wipes and greasy creams.
Celebrate and shout hooray!
Then tell me quick, the bathroom, which way?