It was the Spring of 1977, and I was sick in bed in our little apartment in Provo. Emily, age 2 1/2, was playing nurse. She brought me a drink of water which I quickly drank. I gave her the cup back, and she left the room, returning almost immediately with another cup of water for me. I asked her, "Emily, where did you get the water?"
She replied sweetly, "From the potty."