Last Sunday, while cooing over Jeff and Loni's new little princess, Princess #1 was getting some face time with John's mother in the lobby.
She pointedly told Ingrid, "Poopy" and grabbed at her behind. Ingrid checked her and found her clean.
"No poopy," Ingrid responded, smiling at Sprite.
Sprite said once more, "Poopy."
Then, she walked away from us and over to a wall of windows where she sat on the low sill and proceeded to prove that she did indeed have a retort in her shorts.
That Sunday became a red letter day. Sprite is ready (I hope) to start potty training. (If she isn't, I figure we've screwed up a couple of times already with milestones, this shouldn't push us too far over the edge.)
Since then, every night after dinner, we've been placing Sprite on her potty for five minute sessions. I was told by someone (she has 5 kids, she's an expert in my opinion) to start doing these sessions after a meal since the food pushes everything through a bit and increases the urge to go. (I could have left that part out, right?)
Since we started doing this, we've hit a small snag. This particular potty has music, so when Sprite's butt meets the seat, it automatically starts a song and catchy jingle. (Catchy enough that it resounds in my head when I sit down for a pee break myself.) On Tuesday, I noticed just like Monday, that when the song would begin, Sprite would get up from the seat and start dancing like some bottom baring hippie.
Well, learning from the rug incident, I didn't think that was a good idea to have dance breaks. So, Wednesday, smart mom that I am, I turned off the music setting. Sprite came in, disrobed with my help, and sat down. Hm. Something wasn't right. She got up, looked behind her, and then sat down again.
Nothing. Her eyes swung to mine in question. Dude, where's my music?
I smiled back, blatantly ignoring her look. "Yay, Sprite! Can you go pee-pee? Pee-pee for a sticker!"
Sprite stood up again and pulled on the "tank" of the toilet to expose the back end and the switch for the music. She unerringly went straight for the switch and turned it "on".
"Hi there, big kid, welcome back! You're so smart, you're right on track! Take your time and concentrate, going potty's just so great!"
She danced, rocking out and sitting on the potty only to trigger the music once again.
And proud of herself for outsmarting Mommy, she still took a sticker.
"Sticka!" she said, holding it out to show me, rubbing it in.
(Kid, I'm letting you keep the sticker, but if you think that's going on your chart, think again.)