...in the potty, that is. And it's not actually the first. She's had little plops here and there that made it into the potty, mostly by accident. This was the first time that she came running down the hall yelling, "Poop! Poop!"
"Do you have a poopy diaper?" I ask.
"Poop! Potty!"
"Quick!" I say. "Let's go to the bathroom."
Off we rush, down the hall. But she stops suddenly.
"Book!" she says and runs back to the living room to grab her favorite potty book, Everyone Poops. (For the record, her favorite potty books are In a People House, Goodnight Moon, Mi Amor Por Ti, and Mr. Brown Can Moo! Can You?)
Back in the bathroom, we get halfway through the second book before I realize she's done it. She's pooped in the potty!
We'll see how quickly it progresses from here, but I'm betting she'll be out of her night diaper before her brother.
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