Ellie quietly scuttled across the hall to my room, went into the bathroom, and closed the door behind herself. When I found her, she was standing at the bathtub playing with my soap, but she'd clearly already spent some time placing her tub toys in her potty chair.
Of course, she had recently filled the chair with a truly impressive quantity of poo and I'd lazily decided that thorough rinsing was clean enough and I'd get the seat with an antibacterial wipe this evening - after all, it's not like anyone touches the inside of the bowl, right?
That'll learn me. Lots of Dial on the hands and into the sudsy kitchen sink with the tub toys. Then more following Ellie around while my little monkey attempts to climb everything that will stand still long enough, from furniture to short stacks of books. I love this. Every minute of it.
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Wait, I'm confused. I thought Ellie was not yet 2 years old. And using the potty? Damn, that girl is accomplished. Even without the Down syndrome, I'd be impressed with her communication skills and potty proclivity (ass-wipe on the wall excluded).
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