I guess I've been pretty lucky in life and being regular as clockwork. I know that's a combination of eating habits, but it's also partly regimental. As little bitty stinker, I always got up with my Dad.
Like clockwork, he would go fix the coffee and plug in the percolator, whiz, wash his face and shave. By the time all that is done, the coffee is ready! He then gather his newspaper and with his Coffee Cup he would head back to the 'library' and do his 'duty',
And that's how I was potty-trained! I had my own little cup with my milk/coffee
and I had my own little private potty.

No better training than leading by example!



