Long, long ago in a galaxy far, far away, I made Mia a potty chart with five little blanks awaiting stickers and a promise that if she ever managed to fill all of those blanks I would take her to the toy store and she could pick out any one thing that she wanted. Mia was thrilled and spent several hours one afternoon getting the potty chart taped to the perfect spot on her bathroom door, and then it stayed there gathering dust for lo these many months.
And then, Mia decided that well fine, if I was going to continue to insist that she actually remove poop from her body on a regular basis, she was going to show me but good and poop exclusively in the potty. Oooohhh... good one kid. Burn on Mommy.
The result is that 1) my kid appears to be considering potty training herself, 2) I now spend literally my entire life reading the same books over and over to a pants-less toddler perched happily in the middle of my living room (on a potty chair, obviously, give me some credit), and 3) yesterday I had to make good on the toy store promise.
This is what she chose:
Which, whatever, had to happen sometime, right? What amused me was when I noticed that, in what I assume is a bow to Disney's attempt to be "family friendly," Jasmine is wearing panties. Nevermind that if this chick were life-sized her boobs would be bigger than my head, we must protect our innocent children from the concept that people have genitalia. Although, you know, if that is your goal, maybe the mesh panties weren't the best choice.
Also, when you sit her down, she's got some major plumber's crack going on. It appears not even plastic Disney women are safe from the perils of low rise harem pants.