Baby-Bore: contrary little so-and-so, aren’t wee?

I get the potty for Eldest Son, Harry, who is quite competent at being out of diapers, and who clearly knows his own mind.

“I don’t need a wee, Mummy.”
“Well it’s been ages since you had one, why don’t you just try for me?”
“I DON’T NEED A WEE, Mummy.”
Cursing silently, “I think you need a wee. Please just sit down for a minute.”
Screaming, writhing, hitting me (I really love my son at these times), “I DON’T NEED A WEE, MUMMY.”
“Well, you won’t have your Thomas the Tank Engine stickers until you’ve had a wee.”

Silence.

Sound of a big wee.

“Well done baby, that’s the biggest wee you’ve ever done.”
“See, Mummy, I TOLD you I needed a wee.”