Last night Willa and I bought a potty.
I'm not pushing her into anything. I knew we'd need one eventually, and she's been showing some interest by saying, with a very serious look on her face, "otty" and pointing at the toilet.
When we got home, I put the box on the ground and she was fascinated. So, we opened it up. She hugged it. I thought - "oh, what the heck," put the seat over our toilet seat, took off her diaper and put her on. She loved it. She looked at me and started getting "the face." And she pooped on the potty. We sang ("Willa pooped in the poootttttttyyyyy"), and clapped, and made a big party out of it. I took her off of the seat feeling mighty proud of my gal, who I was ready to crown the genius of potty training.
While we watched it flush she looked up at me... and peed all over the bathroom floor.
(Also? I'm pretty sure I hate the word potty.)