A miracle has occurred at 79 Alta Vista Drive:
Just a few minutes ago Fiona was standing at her toy basket fishing things out from the depths. She got a stern expression on her face and looked up at me (practicing guitar nearby). She patted the front of her nappy with her hand, and I asked the obvious: "Do you need to do a poo?" She nodded looking more concerned by the second. I raced her off to the toilet pulling her clothes off as we ran. We made it in time, and Fiona sat, had her poo, and reaped the reward of getting to flush it herself.
Maybe there is some hope in this potty training...
Love
Louise
PS: there was no time for a photo of this incident.
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Man our kids didn't contemplate strategic relief of any kind 'til they were like, two and half - and still were doing some hit and misses in the early threes... she is way advanced :-)! xxxxx
My aim has always been to get to where you don't even know whether they've had a poo or not!
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