It was a perfect storm. New Tinkerbell underpants that I picked up at a rummage sale this morning. Add a week's worth of viewings of a new potty movie (which I will be reviewing here in the next couple of weeks) and an afternoon visit with her best friend Lia, who is potty trained. The result? A bona-fide tinkle in the potty chair. Z actually hopped out of the tub during bathtime and said, "I need to go potty."
Sitting on the pot and talking the talk is nothing new. Actual production of pee? Now that's worth blogging about!
