Aya go pati?

Monday, March 16, sometime in the early a.m.:

Me: I need to go potty. Mama's going potty.
Animalia: Aya go pati?
Me: Do you want to go?
Animalia nods.

We go find her potty. It's in the kitchen, somewhat dismantled, because she was playing with it, and you know, potties go in the kitchen. I take it into the bathroom. She follows. I put it together, take off her pants and her diaper. I sit, she sits. I pee, SHE PEES! I freak out with total joy! I clap, she claps. "Aya go pati! YAY!" she says. I scream to her Daht to bring the camera. We take pictures. She's happy. We're happy. She flushes the big toilet on her own. She's very proud.


The next few days are filled with her using the potty, not exclusively, but enough for us to be shocked and awed. Our baby is so SMART. One day she doesn't quite make it to the potty but starts to go right before she sits down, peeing on her pants a little. She frowns and says,"Aya... uh oh!" And it's very cute and I smoosh her a little.

Then Thursday comes along and we ask her if she wants to go potty and she nods yes and she goes to the bathroom and I help her with her pants and diaper and she takes off her shirt and walks away. It was just a ruse to be naked. She does this naked thing a few times and I realize that she wasn't interested in potty training, she just wants to be naked. Any excuse.

Then comes yesterday. She says, "Aya popo," which means poop but I check her diaper and there's none in it. A few minutes later she does and she looks at me like,"Mum, I told you I needed to poop," and I feel a little bad but resolve to pay more attention. And then this morning she says "Pipis!" and I take her immediately to the potty, and she does!