Cure to the Potty-phobia

I am exasperated with the slow progress of the potty training. EggEgg refuse to sit on the potty for longer than 1 minute. He'd jump up every 10 seconds to check his progress, totally lacking patience.

And worse, he's phobic of the poo inside the potty. He much prefers to poo in the comfort of his nappy, and would hide in a dark corner quietly whenever he needs to do his business. I am the unlucky person who has to wash that awful mess: the bottom, the pants, the nightgown, and sometimes the bedsheets.

Enough is enough. This afternoon, I mustered all my pented up frustrations and commanded EggEgg to overcome his potty phobia. "Sit on the potty, you! Don't you stand up until I told you so!" We had a big struggle in the bathroom for an hour. He was trying to stand up, while I'm trying to hold him down with all my might. "Bend your legs and sit down! Don't you dare stand up!" It's a wonder how the potty didn't get tipped over in the midst of all that physical wrestling.

After 60 minutes of screaming and yelling, our energy is drained. It become obvious to him which is the scarier: a 5-feet furious giant called "Mami", or the innocent, blue plastic potty?