Not a high point in child-rearing

After 1 1/2 years of off-and-on effort, we've given up Cameron's poopy training. (He can pee on the potty just fine.) We tried it all: intense training sessions, backing-off periods, earnest discussions, jokes, and assorted carrots and sticks of all kinds. It's degenerated into a kind of war where Jim and I are the traditional large-scale military strategists and he's the sneaky guerrilla, expertly hiding with his little bombs. It's all up to Cameron now, but it's hard to let go, since he's not going according to our timetable at all. Must ... give ... control ... to ... child!