How do i toilet train a bratty two year old ?

Please don't call your 2 year old kid bratty.  I know your probably frustrated because potty training isn't always easy.  It was a nightmare with my first child.  I thought she was a brat too because she actually new how to do it but wouldn't.  It seemed like she preferred to crap in her pants and continue playing whatever she was playing.  I later on in her life at 9 years old found out she had a developmental disabilaty called asperger's syndrome which is a mild level af autism.  She reached all her first year milestones on time and seemed absolutely normal; even maybe a bit smarter than other kids her age in some areas.  Every kid is different so don't feel bad if other 2 year olds you know use the potty.  Your child will get there when ready.  Some kids don't get unti 3 and even 4.  Your child may be busy developing in something else that she/he may end up excelling in above and beyond other kids.  Don't ruin it for her/him by getting to upset about the potty.  If you think there might be a problem, bring it to the attention of the doctor.  My daughter is now 18 and still has autism and she has harder times in some areas of life than other kids her age but she also is ahead in some areas than other kids her age.  I always try to point out her better assets to her and then try to offer extra time help forher to get the other things she has a hard time getting.  If I could go back , I would have done things different for her when she was younger.  I would have been a lot more patient and took more time and got right down to her eye leve to follow her lead to get to know her better.  Sorry I carried on so long.  Good Luck!!

Some childred train faster then others. I won't push it. When he is ready it will work and it will be easy. The more you push the more frustrated for both of you and you won't accomplish anything.

I agree with the answer before.  Make sure the child is checked out medically.  And 2 is a difficult year.  I remember. Really, I do.  It's weird.   I was poddy trained before 2 because my brother is 16 months older than myself and when he was trained, so was I.  He trained what I would say was late and me, well I was trained early.  If your child is a boy, and healthy, make it a game.  Try putting Cheerios or some other cereal in the bowl and let him 'shoot' at them.  Also reward is good.  It could be stickers on a board or something like that.  Words of praise are also rewarding when he's attemping the training.  I really wish you the best.  Be patient mom. 

Ps-My friend, a male, wet the bed till he was 10.  He had an issue that went undetected back in the 1950's.

Peace, Rev. Pamela

Thanks all of u - special mention to chairmaine -no u dint carry for too long ....! I do come to understand now there could be bigger hurdles out there ....thanks for all of ur wishes /advice n luck ! Cheers ...i feel better already!

Hi! I married a Vietnamese refugee, and as his relative escaped by boat to fill our entire  Boston townhouse, and have babies, I learned how they did it, and it worked in one week. They had a stick, and everytime that the one year old would mess up the floor they would hit him/her behind the knees, and somewhere around the third day they might start to sit on the toilet, yes toilet, no dumbing down for their kids, and after a few more days  of messes and fondling the toilete and trying, well by the end of a week they were making it to the toilet when they needed to go.

I, myself, could not reduce myself to such training. My son was not a rat. He wore diapers until he didn't want to anymore about 2 1/2, to the great diapprobation of my husband's family members. However, my husband was the An Hai (the eldest son of the eldest son of the eldest son and so on) sos he held great authority over his family, in spite of the fact that they did make fun of my son, still in diapers after one years old. hat, too, is too uncivilized for me, and ultimately I had totell my husband that they had better can it or go find a place to rent somewhere. And they did can it, but you could still feel it in the way they treated my son.

I recommend you let your child tell you when he is ready, and you won't have to clean up any messes, and he won't have to deal with any Freudian problems in later life. You pick your messes, you know. Diaperse are cheaper than counseling over the long term. But do what you think is best. By the way my son was an IB student and graduated college with honors; their son chose not to go to college. 

Hi! I married a Vietnamese refugee, and as his relative escaped by boat to fill our entire  Boston townhouse, and have babies, I learned how they did it, and it worked in one week. They had a stick, and everytime that the one year old would mess up the floor they would hit him/her behind the knees, and somewhere around the third day they might start to sit on the toilet, yes toilet, no dumbing down for their kids, and after a few more days  of messes and fondling the toilete and trying, well by the end of a week they were making it to the toilet when they needed to go.

I, myself, could not reduce myself to such training. My son was not a rat. He wore diapers until he didn't want to anymore about 2 1/2, to the great diapprobation of my husband's family members. However, my husband was the An Hai (the eldest son of the eldest son of the eldest son and so on) sos he held great authority over his family, in spite of the fact that they did make fun of my son, still in diapers after one years old. hat, too, is too uncivilized for me, and ultimately I had totell my husband that they had better can it or go find a place to rent somewhere. And they did can it, but you could still feel it in the way they treated my son.

I recommend you let your child tell you when he is ready, and you won't have to clean up any messes, and he won't have to deal with any Freudian problems in later life. You pick your messes, you know. Diaperse are cheaper than counseling over the long term. But do what you think is best. By the way my son was an IB student and graduated college with honors; their son chose not to go to college.