I was blessed today with "mother's genius." If only for a moment.
Yesterday, Lauren died every time I gave Sarah a dum-dum for peeing in the toilet. Every time she would ask for a treat. Quite frankly, I was getting sick of saying no, but even more annoyed that she wanted to be rewarded for something her sister had accomplished. I was undeterred. No amount of whining would break my resolve.
Today, however, was a different story. I didn't want to punish her for already being toilet-trained. I certainly didn't want any regression. So I caved.
And in the cave-in moment, the inspiration came to me!
She would become my potty supervisor.
If she could remind her sister to go potty, she would also get a treat. She had a vested interest in her sister making it to the potty. It became a shared venture.
Brilliant, I tell you. (but it doesn't happen very often) :)