Too little, too late

So Nolan had regressed a bit on potty training, but in the past week, we've really cracked down on him. He has to be potty trained in order to go to preschool, and he is quite firm on wanting to go this year. So, we've put him in underwear. He's still having occasional accidents (yesterday was awful, today was much better), and we are dealing with the messes as they come.

Last night, on the Awful Day, Nolan sweetly asked me if it was okay if he told me when he had to go potty. I said, "Yes! Of course! That would be wonderful!"

His response? "Too late. I just wet."

Ugh.