We were recently at our local bakery when Jane announced that she had to go potty. We headed to the bathroom, and she proceeded to cheerfully sit on the toilet doing nothing. As the minutes ticked by, I encouraged her to hurry up - but there was no rushing the process. Finally, after about 10 minutes, she turned around to peer into the toilet (on which she was still sitting).
Jane: "Look! A mommy poo and a baby poo are in there!"
Me (noncomittally): "Hmm."
Jane: "You see them?!"
Me: "Are you read to go now?"
Jane: "No. I'm not done pooping."
Me: "Jane, can you hurry up? I think people are waiting to use the bathroom."
Jane: [silence]
Me: "Jane, can you please finish going potty?"
Jane: [silent, but with a look of intense concentration]
Me: "Janie? Let's go, honey."
Jane (shouting): "Hooray!! The daddy poo is coming out!!"
Me: [silence]
