Tinkle. Tinkle. Little Star.

’Twas the night before Christmas Eve, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

All of a sudden, I heard what sounded like a faucet trickling in the bathroom.

Oh, what a clatter. I jumped out of bed to see what was the matter.

Peeping around the corner with care, there was lil’ Gizmo, straddling the toilet, taking a wee.

Sure enough, she’s learned to aim for the hole in the center of her toilet-training seat. If this practice continues, you know what that means? No more scooping out the litter-box-style seat. Fantastic.

When she finished, she stuck her head into the hole as if trying to figure out what had just happened. Her little carrottop head disappearing into the john would definitely have made a great Kodak moment. However I’m trying to respect her privacy—except for the fact I’m blogging about everything.