Cracklin Oat Bran Has Lost a Customer

I keep saying I'm going to catch up on the cyclone that was the last 6 months. And now that we are all back in the US, in one spot, together, with no major events on the horizon for at least a month, I will. But first. A few little tidbits for you, that you would rather I not share!
I know how to win you over, Peanuts, don't I? Here is some stuff about poo.

1) Guess what is not good for potty training? Traveling for months and months!
2) Nonetheless. Now that we're settling back into our crooked version of 'normal life', Little One has jumped back on the bandwagon. We haven't made a good strong push (ha ha. that's not punny.) for consistency, but I think we're pretty ready. As of yesterday She even uses the real toilet. Her idea. Go team, go! Tips, encouragement, and handi-wipes are welcome in the weeks ahead, Peanuts. Bring 'em on!
4) All this awareness about bodily functions has had some interesting side effects. For instance. Have I mentioned the confusion over the naming of shampoo? We are trying to emphasize the sham.
Also. If Little One has to potty, everyone has to potty. Sometimes She forgets to potty Herself because She is so busy holding babydoll/puppy/elephant/fire truck over the potty and saying "poo poo! go! go!" Then gasping, grabbing my hand, and running me over to show me the imaginary proof of Fire Truck going potty like a big girl.
And. At breakfast.
C: "Hi my Little One! Are you eating breakfast? Mommy's going to sit and eat some breakfast too!"
Little One: (peers over into my bowl. Wrinkles Her nose. Looks up at me.) "No!"
C: "What's wrong, Little One?"
Little One: (Pointing and pointing, almost standing in Her chair with excitement, hollering so that I get.the.point.) "POOP! POOO-OOOP!!!!!!" "PooP!"
C: "Little One. That is my cereal. I am not eating poop."

She never did believe me.