From the mouths of babes

Setting:

We're at the Blue Plum festival in Johnson City. Mallory needs to potty and has just recently started going on a full-sized toilet. The only restroom options were porta-potties at the festival and I knew I wasn't going to get her to pee pee in one of those. Thankfully, I spotted one of these, which sported real-looking toilets:
















I praised her profusely for going potty on the big-girl potty, our term for a toilet. We tell Daddy and Ethan and are very excited over her accomplishment. On the way home from the festival, we had this conversation:



Mallory: Go home, tell Doggie.

Mommy: What are you going to tell Doggie, Mallory?

Mallory: Go see Ella dance
(we went to her friend Ella's dance recital that night before the festival)

Mommy: What else are you going to tell Doggie?

Mallory: Go see lots of people at festival

Mommy: Are you going to tell Doggie where you went pee pee tonight?

Mallory: (brief pause) Tell Doggie Mallory went pee pee in the tractor potty.