Hitting her with a newspaper isn't working either.

Me: The baby is getting potty trained.
Sister: How is that going?
Me: Well, she told Yvonne she had to pee, and when they took her to her little toilet thing she sat there, then got up and sat down one the floor and peed on the rug instead.
Sister: Did you rub her nose in it? That's the only way they'll learn.

I know what boys like. I know what guys want...

...and it sure as hell isn't that fugly girl who sings that song. Talk about delusional.