Guess that could have been the theme song of whatever young person had the distinct pleasure (if pleasure is the correct word) of enjoying (if enjoying is the right word) the chance to sit on this beautiful potty chair (if beautiful is the right word to describe a potty chair).

I picked this up at a yard sale in New Hampshire a while ago. I think it has vintage charm, and it looks to be very well made, but I have showed it to others who were, I would say, quite a bit less enthusiastic about it. Maybe it is the subject matter of the piece (figuratively speaking of course), or maybe this is just one of those classic “eye of the beholder” items.