Ally—who was my partner of 17 years, had many talents. Timing, as it turns out, is one of them. She discovered it very early in life.
Her parents had been locked in a grueling, weeks-long battle with her potty training. It was a saga of frustration, failed attempts, and a growing sense of desperation. Ally, sensing the tension, seemed determined to hold out until the stakes were as high as possible.
The opportunity finally arrived when her father hosted a prestigious dinner party for his business colleagues. The house was filled with the clinking of crystal, the smell of a fine roast, and the hushed tones of serious men discussing serious business. Ally had been tucked away in bed, or so they thought.
In the middle of a particularly refined conversation between her father and his boss, the lounge doors swung open.
There stood Ally, clad in her pajamas and radiating a sense of immense professional achievement. In her hands, she held her potty—which was currently occupied by a very successful "delivery."
She marched straight up to her father, hoisted the prize aloft for the boss to inspect, and announced with pure, unadulterated pride:
"Look, Daddy! I made a woofy in my potty!"
After many weeks of resistance, you have to admire the commitment. Ally didn’t just get potty trained. She made sure there was an audience to witness the milestone.
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