Sample story
Olivia and the Potty Party
Sample · hero: Olivia, 2
Olivia had a new potty. It was purple, with a little yellow star on the front. Mom put it in the bathroom, right next to the big toilet.
"This is your potty," said Mom. "When your tummy feels like it needs to pee or poop, you can come here and sit on it. Just like Mom and Dad use the big toilet."
Olivia looked at the potty. Then she looked at her bunny, Clover. "Clover needs a potty too," she said.
So Mom found a little box and put it right next to the purple potty. Now there were two potties. One for Olivia and one for Clover.
The next morning, Olivia put on her new underwear. It had rainbows on it. She felt very grown-up.
She played with her blocks. She played with her puzzle. She played with Clover. Then, suddenly, her pants felt warm and wet.
"Oh no," said Olivia. Her lip wobbled.
"Oops," said Mom, kneeling down. "That's okay, sweetheart. Your body is still learning. Let's get some dry clothes, and next time we'll try to get to the potty."
Olivia put on new rainbow underwear. Clover sat on her little box potty. "Clover is practicing," Olivia said.
After lunch, Mom said, "Let's try sitting on the potty."
Olivia sat on the purple potty. Clover sat on her box. They waited. Mom sang a silly song: "Potty, potty, sit and wait, potty, potty, isn't it great."
Nothing happened.
"That's okay," said Mom. "You tried. That's a sticker." And Olivia got a shiny star sticker for her chart.
In the afternoon, Olivia was building a tower when she felt something in her tummy. A little squeeze. A little feeling, down low.
She stopped. She looked at Clover. Clover looked back.
"Potty!" said Olivia. She ran down the hall as fast as she could, with Clover in one hand.
She pulled down her pants. She sat on the purple potty. And then she heard it: tinkle, tinkle, tinkle.
Olivia's eyes got very big. "Mom! MOM! I did it!"
Mom came running. She looked in the potty. She clapped her hands. "Olivia! You listened to your body and you went to the potty! I'm so proud of you!"
Then Mom did a dance. A silly, wiggly potty dance. Olivia laughed so hard she almost fell off.
Together, they flushed the big toilet. Whoosh! "Bye-bye, pee," Olivia waved.
Then she washed her hands with soap that smelled like strawberries, and dried them on the fluffy towel.
That night, Olivia had two stickers on her chart: one for trying, and one for doing it. She told Dad all about it at dinner. She told Grandma on the phone. She even told the mailman, which made him laugh.
At bedtime, Olivia tucked Clover in next to her. "Tomorrow we'll practice again," she whispered. "You can do it, Clover. I'll show you how."
And she fell asleep, warm and proud, dreaming of purple potties and shiny stars.




