Jake was running around naked, as usual, and came to me and told me he needed to poop in the potty.
Off we ran to the potty, but it was a false alarm. A few minutes later, Jake ran into the potty by himself and pooped. It wasn't much, but he was a little embarrassed about it. He told us, "No potty party!" I guess he's treating the potty visits like he does his injuries -- he doesn't want to draw any attention to it. So, we've toned it down a bit. Just told him good job and he was fine with that. He's so funny.