Enzo slept through the night after Zoe sneaked out of his room around 11PM, but was up at the crack. We goofed around a bit downstairs, and then I took Enzo and the dogs to the Rose Bowl to play fetch.

It was already really hot at 8AM, and the dogs tanked pretty quickly. Enzo isn't interested in throwing the ball anymore. he just wants to sword fight with the throwers, "fight, daddy, fight. fight all day long". It's like playing tugofwar with a puppy with your shoe, in the short term, it's funny and they love it, but nothing good can come from it. He got upset that I wasn't fighting back with sufficient enthusiasm. When we got home, Zoe asked him if he had fun. He said, "fight with daddy". Great.

Zoe on call tonight, so Enzo and I just bombed around the house, ate some mac-n-cheese, went on our usual walk, and stopped by to see Wes. She's not feeling well, so we kept our distance. Back at the house, Enzo came into the bathroom while I was taking a pee. "Good boy, daddy", he said.

Enzo did not want to sleep tonight. After lights out, he asked to use the potty. I praised him, and made sure he understood that no matter what, no matter what time, he could always ask me to help him use the potty. He apparently got the message because he asked to use the potty three more times in the next 45 minutes. Actually eeked a little pee each time.

I stayed with him until he fell asleep, and barely escaped before I fell asleep too.