We’re in the throes of potty training. It’s going very well, but we’re still handing out M&M’s for positive results. One each time, to be specific.
After receiving her M&M, my daughter looked at me with her big brown eyes and said with a serious look on her face, “Mommy, my leg needs M&M.”
“No, your leg does not need an M&M.”
Grin. Points to her mouth. “My mouth needs more M&Ms.”
Guess she’s getting the hang of this potty thing. Or at least how to get candy.