I had a theory.
Soren does what he sees me doing.
I try to intentionally do stuff, knowing this.
I started peeing in front of him.
I ask him to wait and watch.
I did this enough times, and
today I get a report from Bob,
that Soren has been trying to climb on the toilet to go pee.
We haven’t even started trying to potty train him yet;
he just wants to be like Dad.
That can be read as a poem.