Just like most other people do, we have a timer on our oven.
When it is set, things happen.
The kitchen will be cleaned in five minutes.
The practicing will get done.
But most importantly lately, Lucy will use the bathroom.
At the beginning of this potty training adventure it was tough as nails to get her to actually go. No amount of coaxing and bribing could get her in there. But for some reason, once we started using the timer she decided it had authority. When it rang, it meant business.
Yes, our timer is on the top of my thankful list right now.
I am indebted forever to that magical thing.