A few days ago, I stood in front of the bathroom sink, preparing to leave the house. Gianna came marching in, carrying her stuffed rabbit. She plunked the rabbit onto the Baby Bjorn Little Potty, and commanded, "Sit. SIT! Stayyyy... stayyyy... Good. Cookie." (She then held her hand under the rabbit's face for a second). Suddenly she grabbed the bunny and whirled it around and crammed its face into the potty, yelling, "EAT! EAT!" and laughed uproariously at herself.
My sunshine girl. Right now is not easy at all, but she makes it far better.