[We are getting up late after a night interrupted by sickness.]
Hey P – how’s the potty situation? Do you need to go before we leave for school?
No, I’m ok.
Are you sure?
I went already. [She indicates the dry, abandoned diaper on the floor.]
I know! That’s so great you went by yourself in the night. Do you remember how long ago it was?
Nope.
Do you remember getting up and going?
Nope.
Can you give it a shot? For me?
Wellll… [She grudgingly wanders over to the potty and gets going on it.] Apparently, I love you.
Whither Earthlings 