Today, Gemma woke up and decided she is officially on the potty train. No accidents, 6 pees, 1 poop, 3 toilets. The fact that she is peeing around the neighborhood already proves that she has broken the mold. She has laid down the anxiety and fear of public urination that plagued her mother for decades. She has proclaimed that "if I must poop, I must not discriminate." Her proclomation was recognized with a victory cone.
