the wrong idea

While we are definitely not potty training Hallie yet, she has shown interest in the potty, so occasionally I will sit her on her little potty just to get used to it. Most of the time, she prefers to sit there with her clothes on, but sometimes she will oblige when I request that she sit there without her clothes and diaper on (I mean, who really wants a child who can go potty on the potty but only with their clothes and diaper on? Not me.)

So today I got her to sit on the potty by telling her I would give her some juice to do so (and by juice I mean powerade. She doesn't know the difference. She loves it and since we have a year's supply of it after Devin brought it home by the case full when Smith's had it on sell for 25 cents, I figure on occasion, she can have a little to boost her electrolytes, you know. (I love when my parentheses comments are longer than my actual comments.)) I am definitely not above bribes, as you can tell. ANYWAY. Onto the story.

She sat on the potty and drank her juice happily for a little while until suddenly she sprang off the potty and ran into her room shouting "biaper! biaper!" (that's diaper to her). She came running back full speed, threw the diaper at me, and promptly peed on the floor. Also, keep in mind that lately when I request that Hallie bring me a diaper, she refuses to do so. This, of course, was an exception.

Apparently she has the wrong idea about potties and their intended use.

(At least she knew when she needed to pee though, right?)