Brontë: I need a toilet.
Me (feeding Bridget): You want to go potty?
Brontë: No, I just need a toilet.
Brontë toddles off, returning with her Minnie Mouse potty. She puts it on the floor and just as I start to get excited, flips the lid down and stands on top of it.
Using her potty as a step stool to retrieve a TV remote from a shelf, she hands me the remote and asks, “My Little Pony?”
Me (flipping on the TV): Sure. Why not?
Dang it. At least she’s getting some use out of it, I guess.