Manny has begun to go to the bathroom by himself when it is time to use the potty. He always emerges proud and naked from the waist down because underwear is difficult to put on. I still trip every now and then. I frequently send him back from his triumphant victory lap around the kitchen island to flush the toliet and wash his hands. Every time Manny washes his hands, somewhere a reservoir empties. I guess conservation is a learned value.