The older girls and I were sitting in the lounge room when Annabelle came running in with something in her hands. She held it out to me. Thinking it was play-doe, I held out my hand until I realised it was not play-doe but poo.
Unfortunately, in stead of acting like the calm and mature adult that I am (!) I squealed with the rest of the kids when we realised what it was! After quickly ushering Annabelle into the bathroom and cleaning her up, I told her that poo-poos go in the potty.
She must have listened to what I had said because about an hour or so after the “play-doe incident”, she used her potty all by herself.
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