It took a loooooooong time for us to potty train da Boo. Seriously. It was ten months before she was fully able to take care of business on her own. However, she didn't have nearly the number of accidents that the Boy produced. She just preferred to have us assisting with every step, while the Boy would just do his business wherever he happened to be at that moment.
After all that time, she was finally advanced enough that I could take her out for long errands without worrying. Then came a fateful day at Target...She sat on the potty, precariously perched on the edge. The commode in the next stall flushed rather forcefully and she nearly fell off in shock. She looked at me for reassurance but before I could respond, her toilet flushed. Within a fraction of a second, she leaped off the toilet and was frantically clawing at the stall door. I tried calming her down but it was hopeless. She wasn't getting back on that thing! It had tried to swallow her!
That was nearly three years ago and only just recently, has she been able to "produce" when she's on an automatic toilet.
Now, the Boy. While his potty training experiences nearly sent me over the edge, he was pretty much an expert in two months. He still needs help buttoning his pants (but then again, sometimes so do I). A little while back, during a shopping trip, he had to use the potty. And of course, it was an automatic flush model. No worries, he climbed on as usual and waited. Then, the toilet flushed violently, spraying water everywhere. He didn't even break stream.
"Whoa," he says looking up at me, "That was cool!"
From then on, all automatic flush potties are called "Rock Band potties." Because all cool things are related to Rock Band.