Grandpa lived with us for the last two years of his life, and the kids hated sharing a bathroom with him. His eyesight wasn’t what it used to be, with the result that his aim was off. (Yuck.)
Our (now middle-aged) youngest child was so stubborn about potty training that we finally told her if she wasn’t trained, she wouldn’t go to Kentucky with us. “I wanna go to Kentucky!” she’d wail — now mind you, she had no idea what Kentucky WAS, but what she did know was that she didn’t want to be left behind while the rest of us went there. Dr. Spock might not have approved of our method, but the mere threat was the incentive that finally worked.
What is the Ratatouille trick?