We're aware (I hope) of the stone which catches moss. Once one child raises their hand to go potty, we ALL have to go potty. I had an adorable breakthrough moment on Monday at Bright Horizons at Alston and Bird. A dancer of mine--whose hair is so curly and blonde I just want to eat it like spaghetti--had to go potty as soon as we sat behind the blue line.
I said politely to Kate, "We big girls go to the bathroom before dance class, and wait to use it after we finish." She looked at me with such bright eyed realization I wish I could have captured right then: "I'm going to be a big girl and hold it until after dance." What a succinct way to tell me, sweet pea!
And so we danced.