To say we're potty training would be an outright lie - I'm not ready and she's not ready, so I'm not going to force it. I should, however, figure out what the heck I'm supposed to do. Just so she warms up to the idea, I've been sitting her on it every now and again when she takes an interest. I thought she should sit on it with some success, so I manipulated the fact that she physically cannot resist peeing while the bath is running. So I've been sticking her on the potty and the potty in the bath. Works every time. Tonight, she begged to stay on the potty, but in an effort to conserve the water we had running, I insisted she get off.
I should have listened.
We washed, we rinsed, we dropped a Crayola bath tint in there with her as a reward for behaving uncharacteristically well while rinsing, then we saw it. Correction: them. Have you ever tried to chase down poop in the tub? I've done easier things. We whisked her over to the shower, which went infinitely better than expected, and redid all our hard work, sans floaties.
Never a dull moment with this one.
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