Kidy
Hi, little one. Today your friend Grow takes you to a snug little house in the woods, where every animal has its very own little throne: a small, cozy potty, just their size. A little bunny hops up onto its throne, proud as can be. 'I can do that too,' says Grow cheerfully, and dashes toward the bunny's throne.
Grow sits down on the little throne, but the throne is much too small. It wobbles, it creaks, and Grow tips right over with a thump. 'This is really not for me,' says Grow from under the toy shelf. You giggle.
The bunny smiles. 'Your throne is waiting just for you,' the bunny says, pointing to yours, a little further off, just your size. You sit down, and right away you feel it: it fits. Just right. Grow looks up from the floor, still tangled in the toys. 'It fits you, and not me. How is that?' 'Because it's mine,' you say simply.
Then you feel it too: a tiny wiggle, a quiet whisper deep in your tummy. It feels new, and a little strange. Grow, a bit more careful now, leans in gently from outside. 'You do not have to hurry. Your body is learning something big, and I am right here with you.' You sit on your own little throne, and it gives the tiniest sparkle, cheering you on. Maybe nothing happens, and that is perfectly okay. Maybe something does: hooray!
Little by little, day by day, you learn to hear your tummy's whisper, on the throne that was always yours. 'Every body learns at its own pace,' says Grow, 'and mine, it turns out, does not fit this throne at all.' You giggle. Then Grow asks, 'So, little one... did we grow a little today?' You did. 'Here is your little grow for tomorrow,' says Grow. 'Say hello to your own little throne, even just to sit for a moment.' See you tomorrow, little one.