A local department store has a 'family' bathroom, the one with the diaper changing table and infant holding seat. And right next to the adult toilet is a miniature toddler-sized toilet. Pequita's eyes grew round as her jaw dropped and she squealed "MY potty, Mommy!" And so it is, two or three times a month when I answer her pleas to visit it with a yes. Bliss like this is impossible on a small plastic throne that has no flusher of its own.
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