......she says to me, "Momma, I wanna go potty". I'm thinking, sure you do, this potty thing has become a novelty instead of a waste receptacle. But I put her on it anyways and give her the "Once Upon a Potty" book to peruse for inspiration.
"Momma I peepeed."
Doesn't necessarily mean anything.
"Ok."
Then I look over at her, she's peering down into the potty...at a small yellow puddle.
"AH! Omigosh! You peepeed in the toilet! That's so awesome! Do you see it? You did it!!!" And so on for about 5 minutes. She didn't forget the promise of a chocolate chip upon completing such a task. So of course she got one, post teeth brushing and all.
I haven't been so excited or thrilled about something in a long, long time. My heart is beating faster, I wanted to (and did) dance around and throw her a party. It was awesome!
