Potty training is one of the less celebrated parenting milestones.
        
        
          Is it worth all the worry? asks
        
        
          
            Elle Kwan
          
        
        
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          hree years ago, I devoted one long weekend
        
        
          to helping my daughter, who was two years
        
        
          and three months old, to ditch her diapers. It
        
        
          was Easter break, my brother was due for a
        
        
          visit, and the start of the school year, in which I was told
        
        
          she would need to be nappy-free, was looming.
        
        
          I prepped by reading her a picture book on potty
        
        
          training, and by letting her choose a potty and some
        
        
          princessy pants. Then, on the designated day, I pulled
        
        
          the pants on her doll down, stuck it on the potty, shot
        
        
          some water underneath and threw a huge celebration
        
        
          giving the doll high fives, kisses and candy for the pee
        
        
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          she’d” made.
        
        
          I led her to a table of celebratory potato chips (salty
        
        
          to induce thirst) and fizzy drinks (a rare exception that I
        
        
          knew she’d devour) and told her she’d get her own potty
        
        
          party when she went in the potty too. Then I waited.
        
        
          That first time, urine gushed out across the f loor like
        
        
          Niagara Falls. I ushered my aghast husband off to fetch
        
        
          more knickers, and I ushered my daughter to the potty.
        
        
          After that, I led her back to the treat table. The second
        
        
          time, she made it to the potty and I handed her the
        
        
          telephone. On the line was her favourite hero, Minnie
        
        
          Mouse. (I’d enlisted a friend to play the role). Fake-
        
        
          Minnie told her how fantastic it was she’d been to the
        
        
          loo like a grown-up girl. My girl still talks about that
        
        
          moment today.
        
        
          The next day, we took her out – my brother had
        
        
          arrived and there was sightseeing to do. She asked to go
        
        
          to the posh hotel bathrooms numerous times. I indulged
        
        
          her. She was, after all, a newly trained and dry big girl.
        
        
          Potty pressure
        
        
          Depending on who you listen to, potty training should be
        
        
          attempted anywhere from the age of zero to three years, or
        
        
          whenever the child tells you he’s ready. It can take one day
        
        
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          bootcamp-style, like above), a week (British parenting guru
        
        
          Gina Ford’s method suggests taking time off work), about
        
        
          six weeks (Britain’s national guidelines), or a few months.
        
        
          The only thing that’s certain is some confusion.
        
        
          
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