I've read a lot of parenting books, but...

not one of them have ever listed
 
"takes nappy off to poo on floor"
 
as a possible sign of readiness for toilet training.
 
Yuck.
 
Sarah
 
 

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The Hopeful Elephant said…
MAYBE...not in the book, but I think it's a clear and present sign! bless your heart! xoxoxo
March 25, 2009 at 5:57 AM
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