It's Potty Time!

So last night, Emma was looking a little uncomfortable and suddenly turned to me and said, "I need to poop! I AM POOPING!" I congratulated her. She then insisted, "I NEED TO POOP ON THE POTTY!" JVL and I rolled our eyes and he obliged by pulling out the  little toilet, which she just loved. Just like the kids in The Cat in the Hat, all she could do was just sit sit sit sit. (And I did not like it — not one little bit.) Okay, it was fine. We looked at magazines. She sat down and reached for reading material, like a pro! And lo and behold, she … well, this is a family blog. I won't go there. But she took care of business, and got M&Ms. The trap is sprung.

Today when we got home from work/school/sitter, she wanted to pick up where we left off. We spent a good 20 minutes just hanging out, me on the uncomfortable hardwood floor, her confiding, "I am sitting on the potty! I'm having a little bit of potty time! Like a big girl! Daddy gave me this potty. It belongs to ME! I am peeing on the potty!" (She wasn't.)

Nothing happened. As it won't, 90 percent of the time, from now on (oh why did she have to express interest in this in the winter?!). But we did get some quality reading of Ranger Rick Jr. in. Behold, the cuteness. ("That's a BLUEWHALE! (Byoo-vayle!) That's A BEAVER! That's NOT AN OWL! I am ZOOMING PERCY! Should I give him a KISS? WAIT I WANT TO SEE THE BUNNY AGAIN! WAIT WAIT!")