After yet another successful attempt (after 3 other failures) to urinate in her potty, Sophie went on playing her Lego while I put away her towel. When I turned back and looked at her, I found her in a semi-squat position, red-faced. Okay, poo poo... Quickly, I dragged the unwilling Lego enthusiast into the toilet and seated her onto the potty. Some of her poo was already in her diapers but I wanted her to try releasing in a sitting position. As expected, she could not.
"Poo... Poo!" I urged. Sophie was crying for help and I thought to myself, "Did I rush her too much or something?" Then she grabbed me by the arm, pulled herself up from the potty and stayed in a semi-squat position. And it happened! Her poo poo dropped and landed in the potty. YEAH! She was ecstatic and I was relieved. Then I realised. I was hardly prepared for poo poo in the potty. I called Papa in for help. He washed the potty while I cleaned Sophie up and washed her. Luckily, Papa was around. Next time, I shall be more prepared.
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