William has definitely got the hang of how to use the potty. Even the three month poop strike has been resolved. He will poop at least once every day. Sometimes two or three times, just because it's so much fun.
One if his sisters, however, is not yet prepared to go poop on the potty. Whenever she wakes up for the day - or from her nap - it is guaranteed that I will have a dirty diaper to change. Even though I ask her before she goes to sleep to "just try" and even though I run in and whisk her out of bed as soon as I hear her start to stir.
Yesterday morning, after I changed a particularly messy diaper, I suggested that maybe William could better help her understand how to use the potty.
Without hesitation, he jumped down from his seat at the table where he was eating breakfast, ran to his potty chair, dropped his britches, plopped himself down and after a few quiet moments, hopped up and pointed to his masterpiece. He summoned his sister over and said "LOOK! See, right there? That's poop. Poop goes IN potty, NOT in you diaper." And then to further illustrate, he turned around, pointed to his backside and said "No mess. I nice and clean. Oh, it feel good!"
Meanwhile, I was laughing so hard I nearly choked on my scrambled eggs.