in the bathroom

Sitting in the office I can hear the pitter patter of her little feet running to the bathroom.  She's talking to herself saying, "go poo poo, go poo poo..."  I can tell she has made it to her potty chair from all the clunking around I hear.  I peek out the door and see her undies strewn across the hallway floor.  I smile.  It's quiet for a few seconds until the cheering starts, "Yay Wava!  Yay Wava!  Getta treat!!"  I hear the pitter-patter of her little feet again,  running back to the kitchen.  A chair slides across the floor.  She's talking to herself again, deciding which treat to choose.  "Ummmmm...orangey one."  Here come those quick little feet again.  They're coming to find me.  They're getting closer.  And then I see her.  She gives me a big smile with a cheek full of an orange (sugar free) candy.  I tell her great job, give her a big kiss and a high five.  She's growing up.  Way.  Too.  Fast.