Today we started potty training Harper more diligently. In other words, we started bribing. In other words, we started filling our daughter with sugar. She doesn't get much sugar normally and a little bit went right to her head, giving me visions of an uncomfortable future where I may walk in on her mid-ecstasy trip. Our little lady is not the most affectionate, but feed her with sugar and apparently she realizes she DOES in fact love me. After eating her piece of licorice (hard core candy!) she ran up to me, and aggressively rubbed my hair saying, "I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I'M ORGANIZING YOUR HAIR!"
I hope this ends without a crash and maybe even some peeing in the potty.