Jasmine is trying, really. She loves going to the potty, and especially getting everyone to applaud when she uses the toilet instead of her diaper. But it's a work in progress.
Today she was watching a show when I heard her pulling off her clothes. This is the signal for potty time (or maybe a costume change, especially if she goes running for her bedroom instead of the toilet). I encouraged her and helped her to the bathroom, got the special seat in place and sat her down.
Then, nothing. It's not performance anxiety. Sometimes she needs a minute, but generally she's quick to go when she really needs to.
"Are you going potty?" I asked in that tone of breathless anticipation parents use when dreaming of a diaper-free life.
No response. "Jasmine, are you going to pee in the toilet?"
Still quiet. We stayed there, her poised on the throne, me looking encouraging, I hope.
"Jasmine, is pee-pee going to come out?"
She looked up at me a little sadly. "No, pee-pee is at home."
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