Potty Training for the Weekend

Will the Gabba friends be enough to convince Quinn to pee in the potty?

We have a weekend in which we don't have any plans. Aside from a couple of work commitments, we're at home all weekend.

It's the perfect chance to potty train Quinn. (Read as: It's the perfect chance to ruin our two days off by tricking an angry almost-3-year-old into peeing in the pot.)

The thing is, Quinn has been pooping in the potty for several months. She hasn't pooped her pants since September.
Peeing is another story. For some reason, she sees no reason to rush to the bathroom for No. 1.

Alas, Yo Gabba Gabba! panties and her impatient parents are ganging up against her pee party for one.
Quinn's daycare teacher suggested we take her every half hour, whether she wants to or not. This is quite the feat. Quinn has the kind of lung power that would've made Pavarotti turn green.

But if Quinn really wants to take ballet – she's been asking every day to go to class – she's gotta learn to use the potty.

After all, we don't think any ballet company would want its prima ballerina to be peeing her pants in the middle of a pirouette, and we're pretty sure a diaper would stick out beneath a tutu.