Onl this time it was face first. Through my tears of laughter I managed to tell her that she was going to be ok and that it happens to all of us. Though I think the only time my face has been in a toilet has been after an evening of embibing in too many spirits. Imagine a very tired girl, who has had no nap all day, and it is almost 1 am. We had just gotten home from my mom's block party and I was getting the girl ready for bed. I tell her to try going potty and as she is struggling to get her panties off, she falls forward...and, well, the arm splashed in, the head went into the bowl, and the screaming (on her part) ensued, the laughing on my part began as well. I can only imagine that she made the situation that much more terrifying by screaming INTO the bowl and the echoing off the ceramic must have been horrifying. Once she was taken out and cleaned up, she was off to bed.
The next morning when I mentioned it to her, I know I am a glutton for punishment, she told me "No mommy, only my butt fell in last time." SO needless to say, she forgot about it and thinks it never happened. I think we are all better people because of that.