Pip & the Potty

"Di-burr!" Pip shrieks.  Shrieks.  I'm not kidding.  Then she throws her big-girl underpants (pull-ups with princesses on them) across the room.

It's time for Pip to lose the diapers.  I'm ready.  I know she's ready, despite the constant protests.  Even the candy bribery and the special Elmo or "Abby-Abby" underpants does not seem to sway her stubbornness when it comes to using the toilet.

"Hazel, do you want to go potty?"

"No."

"If you go potty on the toilet, you get a candy."  She was with me when we bought the Skittles and watched me put them in the jar, explaining the entire time how she gets one when she gets pee in the potty.  I think this is a part of parenting everyone hopes to forget, never wants to talk about, and wishes they didn't really have to do.

"Candy?  Oh-kay, I go potty."

We race to the bathroom with me following her little naked behind running through the house.  Three drops in the toilet and forty sheets of toilet paper later, she's done it!  Yay!  We go back to the kitchen for her one Skittle.  "Okay, let's put your panties back on since you're a big girl."

"Nooo!" she shrieks again.  "Di-burr!"

Arrgh...