Potty Training With Auntie

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Potty Training With Auntie
by SissyKimmy1

“I hate you, stop treating me like a little girl!” Michael whined.

His Aunt Tracy handed him his Disney Princess Pull-Up and crossed her arms expectantly.  “How else should I treat a sissy little bedwetter like you?  You had your chance to be a big boy, and you blew it.”

Her daughter Sally giggled in the doorway, watching Michael’s humiliation.  She had staged the apparent bedwetting by pouring water on him as he slept.  Red faced and in tears, Michael pulled up the humiliating underwear. 

“Now let’s find a nice dress for you to wear, I’m sure cousin Sally has something that would be just perfect, doesn’t she?”

“No, no!” Michael continued to whine, “I don’t want to wear her clothes!”

Sally giggled, “But my old clothes are just perfect for a little sissy toddler like you, Michael.  You shouldn’t be pretending to be a big boy when you are still a little bedwetter who isn’t even potty trained.  You belong in dresses!”

With that the boy was marched into Sally’s room and she and Aunt Tracy began rummaging through her closet.  “Oh, this is just perfect!” Aunt Tracy exclaimed. 

First she dressed Michael in white tights and white Mary Janes while he sniveled in humiliation and his little cousin Sally viciously mocked him for letting it happen.  What followed was a simple white petticoat and a pure white dress.  It was Sally’s first communion dress.  It was one of the most girly items of clothing any little girl might own. 

Sally laughed uproariously at seeing her cousin Michael forced to wear it over his girl’s training pants.  He was as humiliated as any boy could be.  He was red faced and staring only at the ground, too humiliated to meet anyone’s gaze.  He sniveled and cried at his treatment. 

“So, little girl,” his Aunt asked, “Are you going to be wetting the bed again?”

“No!” he cried.

“You better not,” she replied, “Or you are going to be treated like a toddler girl all summer long.  And you don’t want that, do you?”

She gently caressed the material of the skirt of the dress.  Michael blushed.  “Or do you?”

“I don’t!” he exclaimed with adorable blushing cheeks. 

“He does! He loves it!” Sally shouted.

“No I don’t!” Michael replied and stamped his Mary Jane clad foot in impotent frustration.

Aunt Tracy slyly smiled.  “If it happens again, you’re going to have to be potty trained again just like a little girl.  Is that what you want?”

“No!” the blushing boy replied.

“Hmm,” said Aunt Tracy.  She fussed with his dress and smiled at him.  She gently patted him on the head.  “Go along and play.  Sally, you can babysit our little sissy.  Maybe he wants to have a tea party with all of your old dolls.”

Sally laughed and grabbed her older cousin by the hand, “Let’s go Michele!”

He closed his eyes as he was tugged along and hoped this day would never be repeated.

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“Say ‘Cheese!’ Michelle!” his cousin Sally screeched.  He sat on the ground in front of a low kid’s play table with a little girl’s play tea set surrounded on all sides by dolls and stuffed animals.  She snapped the photo of her older cousin in her dress playing with her old toys.  “You’re just such a perfect little girl!”

“I am not, I’m a boy,” he whined.

She laughed.  “No you’re not.  You’re a toddler little girl!”

“No!” he replied.

“You’re a prissy little princess!  You are!”

He stood up and glared at her.  “I’m a boy!” he insisted.

She tried to keep a straight face, but it was impossible.  He didn’t even realize he was still clutching the Disney Cinderella Toddler Doll she had insisted would be his “favorite” as he tried to stare her down and assert his boyhood.  She laughed and laughed.  He blushed furiously as he realized he was still holding the doll.  He threw it to the ground and crossed his arms, his lips in a petulant pout. 

“That’s no way to treat our favorite dolly, Sissy Michele.  You better pick her up and apologize.”

“No!” he replied.  “I hate you.  I’m not a little girl.  All of this will be over soon and I’ll get back at you.  I don’t care if you took a picture of me.”

She laughed.  “Oh, Michele, you really think you’re going to stay dry tonight?”

Michael paled. “No, you wouldn’t…please.  You had your fun...please don’t…”

Sally smiled at him.  “I think I like having a sissy little toddler girl who used to be a boy in the house to play with.  I’d love to help her potty train, I think.”

“No,” he whimpered.

“Maybe you should pick up your dolly and apologize, that’s what I think.” she told him.

The humiliated boy in the white little girl’s dress instantly picked up the Cinderella doll and hugged her tightly to his chest. “I’m sorry,” he said.

“Hmm, I don’t know if that was good enough.  It didn’t sound like you meant it.” Sally said judgmentally.

The boy in the dress froze for a moment in a panic.  He turned the doll so he was looking it in the eyes.  His knees bent in submission.  He squealed, “Oh, I’m so sorry Cindy!  Please don’t be mad at me!  I don’t know what I was thinking! I’m so sorry!”

He looked to his cousin Sally to see if she approved, she was too busy laughing to say anything in reply.  “Please don’t make me do this anymore,” he whined, unconsciously hugging the doll once again.

Sally wiped tears of laughter from her eyes, “Oh Michele, I don’t think so.  You’re going to be my sissy little cousin for a very long time.”

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Aunt Tracy forced him to sit on the floor in front of the TV.  She switched it on and logged into Netflix and selected “My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic” and hit play.  She left the room and returned with a crate and overturned it all around him.  There had to be at least a hundred of Sally’s old collection of My Little Pony dolls. 

“Auntie,” he cried, “I don’t like this show and I don’t want to play with all these.  I’m not a little girl.”

His aunt laughed at him.  “Oh, the bedwetting little girl doesn’t like ponies?  How could that be?  All little girls love ponies, don’t they?”

He pouted as the ridiculously saccharine theme song played. 

“You better not wet the bed again, Michele.  If you do this is going to be your favorite show all summer long while I potty train you again.  In fact, I don’t think I’ll let you watch anything else.  So you just sit right there and play with your ponies, little miss.  If you don’t look like you’re having fun you might just go over my knee.  Or maybe I should let little Sally handle you, hmm?  I’m sure she wouldn’t mind helping discipline her little sissy cousin.”

With tears in his eyes he reached for two of the ponies and stared at the screen.  He bounced up and down and pretended to enjoy himself.  He organized all the pony dolls out of boredom and then used them to act out the action on screen so his Aunt would think he was having fun playing.  He didn’t notice that his Aunt was using her cell phone to record him as he appeared to be having a blast playing and watching the show.

In between episodes, the phone rang.  Out of habit he went and picked it up.  “Hello?” he said.  It was his mother.  “Mom!  You have to come pick me up!  I don’t want to stay here anymore...Please!”

The phone was yanked out of his hand by his Aunt.  “Mom!” he screeched, “Don’t listen to her!”

Sally came up from behind him and stuck her hand over his mouth and held him still.  “Mrrrmmmph!” he tried to shout.  He was stuck, in a prissy white dress being muffled and held still by his little cousin. 

His stopped struggling and listened to what his Aunt was saying, “...wet the bed last night again,” She paused, “Really?  Never before?  Well, he’s done it every night since he got here.  That’s not even the worst of it.  I don’t know how to tell you this...but...he’s been wearing Sally’s clothes.”

Sally laughed before having to cover her own mouth to keep quiet. 

“...I don’t know either.  He’s probably always wanted to dress like a girl but was too afraid of what you would think.  As soon as he had a chance when you weren’t around he was sneaking into her closet.  I just ended up letting him, there wasn’t any stopping it he was so determined.  What do you mean you don’t believe me?  It’s not a joke. Here, look, I’m sending you a video.”

“Can you believe it?  He’s just crazy about ponies.  Okay, right, right.  I think that’s best.  If he can stay dry and out of Sally’s clothes, we’ll just let him be.  If not, you just send that check and I’ll take him shopping in the little girl’s department.  He can’t be dressing in Sally’s clothes all summer but I think his heart is just set on being a pretty little girl.  Okay, bye.”

Sally broke down in laughter as she took her hand from his mouth.  He whined, “Aunt Tracy!  Why did you say all that?  Now she’s going to think I want to be doing this!”

His Aunt smiled.  “Well, little girl, if you don’t then all you have to do is stay dry.  That can’t be too hard, can it?”

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“Let me through, Aunt Tracy!” he whined as he crossed his legs and bobbed up and down in panic.  His aunt was blocking the door to the bathroom. 

“Michele,” she asked, “But why?  Is there something you need?”

“I need the bathroom!  And stop calling me that!” he shouted in reply.

“Calling you what...Michele?  But it’s such a pretty name for a toddler little girl like you, Michele.”  She smirked down at him.

“I need to go, please!” he said in desperation.

“I already told you what to say.  Go on, say it.  Or would you rather just use your pull ups like the little wetter you are?  I don’t care either way.”  She shrugged at him.  “Say it, if you want me out of the way.”

He blushed, balled up his fists, and stared at the ground in shame.  “I’m a…”

She interrupted, “You should look at me when you say it, don’t act all ashamed of who you are.  You know you love it.”

He stamped his foot again before quickly crossing his legs once more in a panic.  “I do not!”

She laughed.  “Say it.”

He continued dancing and bouncing with his legs crossed.  He shut his eyes tightly and struggled.  Finally, he looked her in the eyes and squealed, “I’m a pretty little princess and I need my potty!”

His aunt stepped out of the way and he ran into the bathroom.  “Little princesses sit when they use the potty, remember.”

In desperation he pulled down his pretty pink training pants and pulled up the skirt of his frilly white dress and sat.  He used the bathroom like a little girl in a state of crushing shame and humiliation.  “I’m done,” he whispered.

“Hmm,” his aunt replied, “Maybe you should wait a little while just to be sure.  Here,” she handed him a My Little Pony coloring book and a box of crayons. 

“But Aunt Tracy…” he whined. 

“No back talk, princess.  This way we can be sure you won’t have any more accidents later.  Isn’t that what you want?   You certainly don’t want to be a sissy little toddler in potty training all summer long, right?”

Dejectedly he began to color while sitting on the toilet with his Disney Princess pull ups on the ground and the white skirt of his dress pulled up. 

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“Time for beddy-bye, Michele!”

“But Aunt Tracy, it’s only 7, why do I have to go to bed so early?”

Sally laughed, “Little toddler girls can’t stay up all night.  You didn’t even have a nap today!”

“I don’t need a nap!” he complained, “And I’m not ready for bed.”

“Come along, Michele.  Don’t be cranky,” Aunt Tracy replied.  She led him to Sally’s bedroom.  “Look at what I have for you to wear to bed!  Your favorite!”  She held up a set of My Little Pony pajamas.  The pajamas consisted of long white pants with pink and purple stars on them and a long sleeved pink top featuring colorful ponies from the show. 

Dejectedly he allowed Aunt Tracy to remove his dress and help him into the humiliating sleepwear.  “All dry?” she asked him, gently patting his Disney princess pull-up clad behind. 

With a red face he insisted that he was.  “I’m not a toddler and I’m not a girl!  I don’t need potty training.  Stop saying I do!”

She smiled at him, “Well, we’ll find out won’t we?  All you have to do is stay dry for one night.  That can’t be too hard for a big boy like you!”  She laughed and handed him his Cinderella toddler doll which he instinctively clutched to his chest.   “Let’s go say ‘Good Night’ to your big cousin, Sally.”

She led him by the hand back downstairs to Sally.  She broke down in laughter when she saw her older cousin in his little girl’s pajamas still clutching his doll.  “Oh, Michele, what a pretty little girl.  I bet you won’t have anything but sweet sugar and spice dreams dressed like that.”

The blushing boy had no response for his mocking little cousin.  He just stared at his feet in shame and tried to ignore the soft, tantalizing comfort of the pink girly pajamas. 

“Now remember,” Aunt Tracy said, “If you don’t stay dry tonight you are going to be a toddler girl in potty training all summer long.  Is there something you want to ask me before you go to bed?”

The red faced boy shook his head furiously.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

He shook his head again.

“The pretty little princess doesn’t need her potty before bed?”

“I’m not going to wet the bed!” he shouted.

“Hmm,” she replied, “Well if you do don’t go blaming me.  I gave you a chance here.  Give your big cousin Sally a kiss goodnight, sweetheart.”

He pouted and approached Sally.  “Goodnight, Sally,” he said and gave her a peck on the cheek. 

“Goodnight, Michele,” she replied with a smile.  She knew there was going to be a very wet sissy boy the next morning no matter what.  She would make sure of it. 

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“Come on, Michele, it’s time to go shopping!” Aunt Tracy said.

“No!” he retorted with a pout.

“I told you.  I warned you exactly what was going to happen but you went and wet the bed again anyway.  Come on, we’re going.”

She grabbed his hand and pulled him out the door.  He was dressed as a boy in jeans and a t-shirt but underneath he was wearing the Disney Princess pull-ups that marked him as a little toddler girl.  Sally skipped merrily behind them as Aunt Tracy led him to the car.

When they arrived at the store Aunt Tracy marched him right into the little girls department.  She led him to a rack of dresses and held them up in front of him as he seethed in humiliation at the idea that anybody would see this happening to a boy like him.

Meanwhile, Sally gleefully ran around the department looking for the most humiliating things to buy for him.  She came back holding a short purple skirt and a white t-shirt featuring Rarity, a character from the My Little Pony show he had been forced to watch.  “Look, Michele!  It’s your favorite!  She’s so prissy and girly and fashion obsessed just like you!  Isn’t this outfit just perfect!”

Red faced, he quickly retorted, “She is not my favorite, I lik…”  He froze.

Sally and Aunt Tracy looked at each other with smiles on their faces.  Aunt Tracy bent down and asked him, “So, Michele, which one is really your favorite?”

“None of them!” he replied.

Sally giggled, “Either tell us or Rarity it is.”

He stared down at the ground in shame.  “I like Rainbow Dash,” he finally admitted.

Aunt Tracy laughed, “Of course.  You like the tomboy.  A gender confused little boy like you would.”

“I’m not…”

Aunt Tracy shushed him.  “Sally, go and find something with his favorite pony on it.  That’s what he really wants.”

Sally returned with a short sleeved blue tunic dress with Rainbow Dash’s face on the bodice, small frilly wings on the shoulders, and a sequin heart outline on the waist.  She quickly held it up to him before he had a chance to back away.

Aunt Tracy squealed, “Oh, it’s him!  It’s just perfect!”  She dropped the dress into the cart which was already filling up with other various items of little girl’s clothing.  She led him to the changing room and had him try on several outfits to check his sizing. 

There was a Cinderella dressy gown.  “It matches your favorite dolly!” Sally exclaimed.  There was a sleeveless blouse with a large embroidered flower that was paired with light blue leggings with white polka dots and little black bows at the ankle.  There was a pink top with puffed sleeves and a two tiered ruffled hem that was paired with floral printed leggings.  There was more and more. 

“What about these?” Sally asked.  She was holding a pack of little girls My Little Pony panties.  “He needs some big girl panties to look forward to if his potty training works out.”  Aunt Tracy laughed and added them to the cart.  Aunt Tracy bought him girls socks and dressy shoes and princess sneakers.  She bought him several more sets of pajamas.  One with the girls from Frozen that had an added pink skirt and another featuring Barbie.  She bought him everything a little girl might need and several more packages of princess pull-ups and a pink princess potty for his training.

Michael left the store a very humiliated little sissy boy wearing a sleeveless white dress with a purple floral design and a matching purple cardigan. 

Next, he was dragged into a bookstore.  Aunt Tracy went straight to an employee and said, “My little nephew here,” she indicated the boy in the dress, “Is just starting potty training.  Do you have any books you could recommend for him?”  The employee stifled laughter at the sissy boy in the dress obviously being treated like a toddler by his aunt.  She directed them to several books and Aunt Tracy bought them all.

After that humiliating ordeal she took him to a salon.  “My little nephew is a bit of a tomboy...or well whatever the opposite is, he just loves to be a bit of a girly boy.  He was wondering if you could give him a sweet little pixie cut and paint his nails bright pink!  He wants his ears pierced too, don’t you Michele?”

He said nothing.

“Definitely he does!” Sally said.

For the next hour he wanted to die of humiliation while all the ladies in the salon swooned over how cute it was that a boy wanted to be so girly.  He left with faux diamond studs in his ears, painted nails, and a darling little pixie cut.

At home, Aunt Tracy sat him down and forced him to start reading.  “We’re going to potty train you starting tomorrow and we’re going to do it right, you better be very familiar with those books.  I’m going to quiz you later.”

Sally looked on and smiled, her sissy little cousin was going to be lots and lots of fun. 

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“Rise and shine, Michele!” Aunt Tracy said while gently nudging him.  He groaned as he realized his bed was covered in wetness again.  Sally had struck late last night or early in the morning.  He had tried to stay up all night again to catch her in the act but he was too tired to make it. 

“Oh, don’t worry about that, Michele.  You’re starting potty training again today, these accidents will be a thing of the past as long as you work really hard at it.”

“Yes, Auntie,” he glumly replied. 

“Now, go and shower and brush your teeth and then let’s get you dressed.”

When he returned from his shower now only wearing a fresh pull-up she had his outfit for his first potty training day all ready to go.  It was a pink shirt with the words “Potty Princess!” emblazoned under a crown along with pink leggings with an attached tutu skirt and silver bow.  There were frilly white and pink ankle socks and his princess sneakers ready for him as well.

“Awww, Auntie…” he whined, “How long do I have to do this for?  It’s so embarrassing to dress like a little girl and I don’t need potty training.”

“Oh, of course not, it’s totally normal for a boy your age to be waking up to a wet bed every morning,” she replied with a laugh. “Anyway, I’ll explain all of it downstairs. How long you have to do this will be totally up to you.”  She sat him in front of the mirror and combed his cute pixie cut hair back into order while Michael whined more about his new toddler girl lifestyle.  She finished off with two pink barrettes in the shape of cutesy cartoon princesses and then led him downstairs to the kitchen.

Sally was sitting at the table eating a bowl of cereal with a huge grin on her face.  She turned to face him and laughed.  “This is gonna be so great!” she squealed.  He turned and saw what she had been grinning at before he came in.  There was a rolling whiteboard on which had been attached a large potty training chart that covered the entire surface.  It was all in pastels, dominated by purple and pink of course, and was covered in hearts and fairies and ponies and princesses around the border.  It consisted of a calendar and daily checklist along with a set of rules and rewards.  Hanging from the whiteboard were two plastic bags containing what looked to be two different sets of stickers.  Sitting directly below the whiteboard was his pink princess potty. 

Aunt Tracy led him over to stand in front of the board and began to explain, “Think of it as a game, Michele.  The goal is to collect thirty of these,”  she reached into one of the sticker bags and held up a glittery pink star.  “You can earn one a day by following the rules and doing your daily checklist.  Let’s look at the checklist.”  She pointed to that section of the board, “One, no wetting the bed. Well, looks like you already didn’t earn a star today.  But, since it’s your first day I think it’s only fair to let that slide.  You didn’t know the rules yet.  How could you know you’re not supposed to wet the bed?”

He fumed at the implication he needed to be told, but she just went right on talking, “Two, no daytime accidents.  Well, so far so good!  Three, sit on your potty for at least ten minutes five times a day when your timer says to.”

“My timer?” he asked with trepidation.

Aunt Tracy smiled.  “Sally, bring Michele his gift.”

The girl laughed, went to a drawer and pulled out a small object in pink gift wrapping.  She skipped over and handed it to him.  He opened it and he stamped his foot.  “I’m not wearing this!” he screamed.

Aunt Tracy rolled her eyes at his little tantrum.  “If you ever want out of pull-ups you will.”

It was a pink Cinderella watch with a built in timer for potty training.  It would vibrate, flash lights, and play a cute tune when it was time for him to sit on the potty.  With authority, Aunt Tracy attached it to his wrist. 

“Four, wipe and clean yourself properly every time.  And five, wash your hands.  That’s not so hard, now is it?  You’ll have all your stars in no time!  But if you don’t follow the rules and do your checklist you’ll get one of these for the day instead.”  She held up a different sticker which was a purple frowny face design.  Aunt Tracy make a condescending, exaggerated frowny face at him,  “And we certainly don’t want that.”

“Oh no, not a frowny face sticker!” Sally added, joining in the fun.

“If you break the rules or don’t follow the checklist you will get a frowny face, and if you do it more than twice in a day you will lose all of your stars and have to start over.  You don’t want that.  I would take the checklist and the rules very seriously, little miss.

“The rules are very simple,” Aunt Tracy continued, “The first is to know your place in the household.  You are a toddler girl now so you should remember to act like it.  You can be a bit of a tomboy if you want, but no more than that.  The second and third rules follow naturally from the first.  Obey Aunt Tracy at all times, and obey Sally at all times.”

“But I’m older than her…” he whined.

“Rule number one!” Sally reminded him.  “And I’m not in pull-ups.”

Aunt Tracy smiled at her. “Exactly. Michele, as a toddler little girl in potty training you clearly aren’t any more mature than Sally even if you are older.  She’s a smart girl and she’ll help take very good care of you while you learn to grow up.  Now, in order to motivate you we also have a set of weekly rewards.  If you get four stars during the week we’ll take you out for ice cream or whatever little treat you want.  Won’t that be fun?  But you should try and do better than four.  If you get five stars, we’ll go to the toy store and I’ll buy you something really special!  If you get six stars, well then you’re doing really well.  That’s a sign you might be ready for big girl panties!  So, if you get six stars then you can have one day to wear big girl panties.  If you get seven stars, well then you’re practically trained already.  We’ll give you five extra stars as a bonus!  Remember though, if you get less than four stars that means you aren’t doing very well at all.  If that happens, we’ll take away all your stars and just start over.”

“Do you understand, Michele?”

“Yes, Aunty.”  The humiliated boy replied.  Suddenly he jumped with a start as his pink watch started to flash, vibrate, and play it’s little tune. 

Aunt Tracy showed him how to stop it and to set the timer for ten minutes, it was hard to do with such tiny little buttons.  “Now what does that mean, Michele?”

The boy said nothing.

“Potty time!” Sally chirped helpfully.  “Maybe he didn’t really understand after all.”  She ran over to him and pulled him towards the pink princess potty chair. 

“Can’t...can’t I at least take it into the bathroom?” the red faced boy whined.

Without warning Sally yanked down his leggings and pull-ups and pushed him down onto the too small potty.  He sat on it very awkwardly.

Aunt Tracy clucked at him, “Of course not, Michele.  How can we make sure you’re doing it right if we can’t check on you?”

“But I know how!” he retorted.

“Then why are you in potty training?” Sally inquired.  She looked up at the chart behind him.  “I don’t see thirty stars yet, so I don’t think we can just assume you’re some potty training expert until you prove it.”

He had no reply.  He was wearing a pink shirt that proclaimed him a “Potty Princess” while sitting on a little pink potty with his pink leggings and tutu around his ankles staring up at a smug, superior little girl and her mother.  They had made certain he would feel every little bit the toddler girl they were making him out to be.  The feeling took him completely, he felt totally emasculated.  His lower lip trembled.  Sally’s eyes brightened as saw what was happening but she didn’t say anything to interrupt the process, she just waited.  The trembling lip turned into a scrunched up face.  Sally stepped forward with a smile.  He sniffled a bit and tried to hold back.  Sally offered a single, brief giggle at him.  The dam broke and he began to cry and whimper like a little girl. 

Sally laughed.  “Michele is scared of the potty!”

Aunt Tracy kneeled down beside the potty.  “Oh, don’t worry, Michele.  Everything is going to be fine.  Don’t be scared!  It’s a Cinderella potty.  You love her, she wouldn’t hurt you.”

“That’s not...that’s not…” he tried to explain through his tears.

“Sally, go and get his favorite doll, that will help him.”

Sally returned with his toddler Cinderella doll and pushed it into his arms.  Instinctively he hugged it to his chest.  In a few minutes he cried himself out and just sniffled some more.  He looked down at the doll and frowned.  He dropped it to the floor but Aunt Tracy picked it up and put it back in his arms. 

“Now,” Aunt Tracy asked, “What did the books you read say you should do while you sit on your potty?”

“Fun activities so the toddler does not get bored,” he replied dully. 

“That’s right!  Fun activities so you don’t get bored.”  She handed him a small pink comb, “You should comb your dolly’s hair so it stays untangled and pretty like yours and so she always looks good as new.  I think they would be a fun activity for morning potty time.  Make sure you have a lot of fun, you won’t be getting any stars if you don’t do your potty training right, and this is part of it.”

Sally smiled down as she supervised him.  The watch alarm went off again to signal his time was up.  He struggled with the tiny buttons to get it to stop.  When he succeeded he quickly he stood and pulled up his leggings and tuned to run to his room to be alone.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Sally called to him.  “You didn’t wipe or wash your hands.”

“But I didn’t go!” he replied.

Aunt Tracy shook her head.  “It’s about training good habits, Michele.  You have to follow the checklist every time.  Looks like today is a frowny face day for you.”

Sally laughed. Michael’s first day in potty training was getting off to an excellent start from the devious little girl’s perspective.