Grandma and I walked gleefully into the bathroom together. Madelyn stayed down the hall, quietly saying, "No" every time we asked if she was coming to see what we were doing. Then we boisterously discussed how exciting and fun and interesting this was. Mad-a-Cat came creeping in to see what we were doing. She watched as we oohed and aahed over the toilet seat, but declined to get on to it.
I suggested she go get Duck. She raced out and came cautiously back, Duck in tow. Duck sat on the potty and Mad said, "She peeing." (Although she can identify "man, woman, boy and girl, everybody is "she," a fact that sometimes gets to Corey.) Mad got some toilet paper and wiped Duck down before flushing the paper away. The process was repeated twice (when a duck's gotta go, a duck's gotta go) before I headed off to work.
Margaret said that she got Mad up on the potty right after nap that day, but that nothing happened. I haven't heard any more about it until yesterday, when I received these photos at work. They remind me of an instruction manual.
Step 1: Put Duck on the seat and wait politely while she does her business.
Step 2: Wipe, but be discreet.
Step 3: Maybe you should pay more attention to the task at hand. (Notice Duck looking slightly perplexed at this new experience.)
Step 4: No really. Get in there!
Step 5: Make sure everything is all gone.
So glad we won't have to buy any more diapers for Duck!