November 11, 2006
Experiment Br08122003PA
Penny

Subject (aka "Penny") woke this morning with a dry diaper. Subject denied need for toilet. Subject selected a movie and watched it, and then consented to sit on the toilet. Full night's sleep, +2hrs waking: dry diaper, copious pee. Researchers conferred, and agreed to attempt the next phase of the experiment.

9:15am: Project Put-Her-In-Panties-And-See-What-Happens commences.

The panties have been applied. The Rules have been explained, several times, in several phraseologies, by Researcher M. Researchers have made plans for contingencies. Plans for the day are minimal and close to home, to simplify cleanup, should containment failure occur. Project to be aborted and re-scheduled after 2nd containment failure.

Subject is enthusiastic. Reaction: "I got Cinderella panties! I gotta go show Daddy!"

Researchers are guardedly optimistic. Reaction: "Wish us luck. Where did we put that towel?"

9:30am: First containment breach. Panties and clothing replaced, Rules re-explained by Researcher M. Subject is coaxed to restate rules, to ensure clarity.

Subject is mildly distressed. Reaction: "I need new panties, Mommy."

Researchers are disappointed, but pushing forward. Reaction: "Maybe we'll wait until after lunch to go to the store."

9:45am: Second containment breach. Subject warned Researcher D of imminent breach, but was unable to "hold it" on short trip to toilet. Researcher D called a halt to the experiment. Subject cleaned and returned to diaper; clean clothes applied.

Experiment phase on-hold for the time being. Will re-evaluate in a few weeks.

Posted by Liz at 09:18 AM

And then they said...

::falls over laughing at the reporting style::

Honestly, though, there seem to be positive points-- at least she recognized when she needed new panties, and that a breach was soon to occur.

At the risk of thoroughly embarrassing myself, I remember having trouble myself when I was wee (pun intended-- I'm so sorry), in recognizing the need for haste on my way to the potty. I think it finally devolved into Mom sitting me on the couch just outside the bathroom with a large glass of water and a book, and not letting me leave until I had successfully, um, gone. And I have to wonder if "holding it" and "holding it while walking/running" aren't perhaps slightly different skills?

Posted by: Gris (email) on November 11, 2006 04:42 PM


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