Charlotte had a fit. Apparently, this was the dumbest idea ever.
She screamed that she wanted her father, that she didn't want to pee.
I finally convinced her (after many threats) to sit on the toilet and she shut the door behind her. She wanted nothing to do with me.
Unbeknownst to her, I stood outside the bathroom door to ascertain whether she actually voided her bladder.
This is what I heard:
"Mommy is so mean. I don't want to pee. I don't like mommy. I want daddy."
Then came crying:
"I didn't pee! No pee is coming out of my butt!" Sob, sob, sob.
I'm thinking maybe if she has an anatomy lesson, this potty training thing might go smoother. Something to consider.