My Lily has been so good about potty and so well-behaved lately, I let her sleep in bed with us. The first night, she did great. This morning she had pooped on the bathroom floor, and then knocked the wastebasket over and left shredded paper everywhere. I picked her up, looked at that sweet little face, told her what a "naughty whittle guwl" she was, and then I kissed her. I just can't get mad-it's impossible. Can anyone relate?