Kiddo finally made it to the toilet yesterday. I was brushing my teeth, she was watching me. She pulled up on my legs, and it was a short step to the toilet, where there is water! Lots of it! As soon as I felt her let go of me, I knew where she was headed, and pulled her away milliseconds after she got her hand in. But we weren't done yet. As I started to get her to the sink, she tried to put her hand to her mouth to drink said water. I stopped that one before it happened.
While he shudders at her adventures, her dad still likes her.
