tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1148210159746478497.post9050705431192569144..comments2023-07-05T02:55:55.612-07:00Comments on La Sonya: Learning how to go.laSonyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13751696841495042690noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1148210159746478497.post-31042751696832263742012-05-14T12:44:52.204-07:002012-05-14T12:44:52.204-07:00I had a potty chair that I quite enjoyed. My paren...I had a potty chair that I quite enjoyed. My parents would put The Land Before Time or Back to the Future on, and I'd chill out. I guess that made a positive association with going to the bathroom. <br /><br />I do think it would be super funny if we still got stickers for using the potty. Can you imagine going on a first date at a restaurant and coming back to the table with a sticker and the guy giving you a high-five. Hilarious. <br /><br />I hope Happy finds the happy in going to the bathroom soon. For her sake and yours!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17318077584409193473noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1148210159746478497.post-34858909625798045012012-05-13T07:17:31.765-07:002012-05-13T07:17:31.765-07:00When I was potty training, my mom tells a story ab...When I was potty training, my mom tells a story about how one day I was sitting in the bathroom and she was in the kitchen waiting for me to do my business. I finished and started calling out, "Wipe me, please, wipe me." My brother appeared and thought that I was saying "Like me" with my lisp. So he very earnestly told me, "Sarah, I like you!" This exchange went on for a while with me frustrated saying, "I just want you to wipe me!" And Matt persistently saying, "But I DO like you!" Finally my mom came in and translated :)Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04477610622764769977noreply@blogger.com