Claire was playing in my bedroom today while I was folding some laundry. At one point, I looked over at her, and saw that she was squatting. I looked a little closer and realized she was peeing, just a little bit, but it was clearly intentional.
I said, "Claire, what are you doing?" She hasn't had an accident in forever.
"I'm going potty."
"I see that. Why are you going potty on the floor?"
"I was just pretending I was sitting on a potty chair."
Ah. And doing a great job of it, too.