Trading M&Ms for Poop

I am ready for some hard negotiations. I am tired of diapers. I'm tired of buying them, and I'm really tired of changing them. So last night, I brought out the big guns: a jar of M&Ms specifically for the bathroom (you can just hold your "ew, gross" comments; desperate times call for desperate measures). Here is the deal:

• 1 M&M for trying
• 3 M&Ms for tee-tee'ing
• 5 M&Ms for pooping

I mean, this fat girl would take that deal. So far, only 2 M&Ms have been won. But, hey, that's 2 more times of trying than we've achieved in weeks...wait, maybe months. If only Ms. Kizzy had stayed at daycare. I believe we would be much farther down the potty road.