Pretending to Pee

Got you with the title, didn't I?

At any rate, this is the conversation I had with Liv last night.

In the girls' bathroom sits a bucket full of goodies. Camille's got peeing on demand down, but we're still working on seeking out others to get help to the bathroom....things get a bit complicated when you're young, in a less familiar place, and can't quite see to navigate alone. Nevertheless, I'm not afraid to say that the bucket is filled with nearly every kind of sugar and fat combination known to man. In short, I'm prepared to bribe and risk the fact that if Camille grows up obese and dependent on food for rewards, I'll have to take the fall.

And then we have Liv, my potty-training dream who was done in a weekend nearly a year ago. Though it only took bribery with skittles for her, she still likes to pretend that she too needs rewards for going on the potty even though it's part of her daily gig with or without bribery.

Last night, Bill and I were cleaning up after supper. The house---slash that---apartment became eerily and suspiciously quiet. Translation: Liv is in the bathroom, either squirting out the remains of a bottle of lotion, using up the remainder of the hand sanitizer to wash the counters, or grooming her shirt with a wet comb. So, off I went to check it out.

As I entered the bathroom, I caught Liv red-handed in the treat bucket. Wearing a chocolate moustache and standing in front of a counter spattered with empty chocolate wrappers. You fill in the blanks.

Me: "Oh, Liv. You are only supposed to get a treat from the bucket when you pee or poop in the potty."

Liv: "Well, Mom....I pretended to pee."

Guess we hadn't covered ALL of the ground rules.