"Sure, I can babysit my seven-year-old niece."
"Thanks, Sis." Pedro grinned, "I'll pick her up by 9 p.m."
The evening was going well until Sarah needed to use the potty.
I took her to the bathroom. She stood there with a dazed look. I beckoned her to sit on the potty; she squealed and placed her fingers on her parted lips, then moved back n forth.
Perplexed, I left her alone and stood outside. Time ticked away.
I peeped in to find that she was seated on the floor and playing peek-a-boo with her reflection on the gold-plated toilet.
In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that glorifies a toilet. Go where the prompt leads!fff