I've been trying very hard to keep Sasha's privacy in mind during the potty-training process, which is why you pretty much don't hear anything about it. So, under my self-imposed ethical rule, it would be wrong to tell you about how...
The other night, while Sasha was sitting on the toilet, she became impatient with the speed of biology and began shouting "POOPIE, COME OUT!" at the top of her little lungs.
No, I couldn't possibly tell you anything like that. It would be just wrong.
Posted by andrea at December 18, 2004 11:26 AM