We bought Charlie a little potty a couple weeks ago, in the hopes that she would get used to seeing it around, even though she’s not really there yet. Because of the limited space in our bathroom, said potty usually sits in the hallway. Classy, I know. At this point all she really wants to do is remove the bowl and either A. stick her foot inside or B. put her animal friends inside and shut the lid. Today we had a duck casualty.