I think Ladybug has potty-trained herself.
She’s been insisting she sit on the potty–taking off her pull-up and scrambling up there and waiting for something magical to happen, but none (none!) of our children have been potty-trained before three, so we were just sort of indulging her–you know, “Isn’t that cute? She wants to be like Cave Troll?”
And yesterday, she sat up there and went poop. And I was surprised.
And this morning, she woke up with a dry diaper, ran for the pot, and went pee. And now I’m shocked.
And I need to add one more thing to my list of stuff to buy, because that sort of initiative has earned her some Dora and La la la (Little Mermaid) underwear, don’t you? Because if she doesn’t get it, this may just go away!
