Today I got this:
"Mama, poop." You have to poop? (No answer.) You already pooped? (No answer.) Do you want to poop on the potty or in your diaper? "Potty." Awesome! Let's go.
So we went into the bathroom and she sat on the potty. We read books. We chatted about the wall, her nose, my nose. We played peek-a-boo with my hair, patty cake and itsy bitsy spider... Finally after about 15 minutes, she said, "All done. Bye poopy!" as she waved into the toilet. The thing is, she didn't actually go poop. So I told her, "Emma, you don't get to wave bye bye to the poopy unless you actually poop." She looked at me quizzically then walked into her bedroom awaiting me to put a fresh diaper on her.
I got her dressed, grabbed Ben and sat in the comfy chair to nurse him. 30 seconds later she comes over to the chair and tries to climb up on it. I reached over to help her getting a nice whiff of her butt. YEPPER. She had pooped. In her diaper. That I just put on her. 29 seconds before.