One evening I took Katie out of the bath and she told me "Momma, I need to potty." So I stood nearby waiting only to hear (with a polite raised hand) "Momma, pribacy." (privacy) I was surprised at this request so I walked to get her pajamas. When I returned I found Katie, contentedly, reading a magazine while sitting on her potty. When I asked her what she was doing she meekly said "Reading."
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