We've hit a snag on the final days of toilet training here at the daygobys.
You see, Rosey suddenly wants nothing to do with it. Since her brother went to school, she's been a veritable waterfall. While I definitely see that she's feeling a bit lost and unsure without her sidekick, (and expect that it'll cease soon) the puddling? Makes me want to snarl.
I was so done with this.
So, we've been encouraging her and reminding her and telling her she's a big girl and so on.
Me: Pinky! What do big girls do?
Rosey: Pee in the toilet.
Me: Yes! You're so smart. You're my smart, beautiful girl.
Rosey: Big girl.
Me: Very smart girl.
Rosey: I not very smart.
Me: (uh?) Yes you are.
Rosey: No I not. I Rosemary smart.
and off she flounced.