I'm busy reading my email before we head off to swim lessons and I hear the pitter patter of Katie's little feet in her bathroom.  Then I hear her calling me...

Katie:  "Daddy, I make poopoo in the potty!!!"

Daddy, runs to the bathroom:  "Where? I don't see any poopoo."

Katie, pointing in the general direction of the toilet:  "It's wight there, see?"

Daddy, peering into the water, seeing something under the toilet paper:  "Oh, there it is!  You're such a good girl for going poopoo on the potty.  Mommy, come see this!"

Katie:  "Mommy, come see!"

Mommy: "Did you poopoo?  Where's the poopoo?  Did you wipe?  Daddy, make sure she wiped."

Daddy:  "She wiped.  Katie, let's flush the potty."

Flushing ensues...

Katie, waving to the poopoo: "Bye poopoo, see you later, TTFN, taataa for now."

Potty training, ya gotta love it.