>We’ve been giving Abby chocolate chips whenever she goes on the potty as a reward. She’s perfectly capable of doing it all on her own without a reward but I’m weak. She came out of her room the other day and asked where Daddy was.
“He’s on the potty.”
Abby – *through the bathroom door* “Daddy!? Are you poopin’?”
Daddy – “I need some privacy, Abby.”
Abby – “Are you all done? Do you need a wipe? Are you ready for a chocolate chip?”
Andy comes out snickering, goes to the freezer and gets himself a chocolate chip. I think we’ve created a monster and it’s not Abby…