Yawning, Cristina climbs into the mini-van. Chloe and Mallory are sleeping in their car seats. She leans over and gives Owen a kiss in greeting.
"How was the surgery?" Owen asks, as they pull away.
"Incredible. 18 hours of adrenaline. The patient is resting." She stretches. "How was your play date with Mark and Derek?"
He sighs. "JoJo used the potty."
Cristina turns to him, sharply. "What?"
Owen nods. "She ... had to use the potty while we were there. And she did. Derek said that she started training this morning."
She stares at him in disbelief. "But ... she's younger than Chloe."
"I know."
"Chloe has been doing everything before JoJo. Talking, walking ..."
Owen shrugs helplessly.
Cristina twists around in her seat. "Are you sure?"
"Are you kidding me?" He frowns at her. "I'm a doctor. I'm the oldest in my family. I'm Fun Uncle Owen. I know what it looks like when a child uses the potty!"
"But Chloe does everything first!" Cristina pouts. She sits back and ruminates.
He sighs. "We've discussed this. We're letting Chloe determine when she's ready to start training, we don't want to rush her and create issues."
"We are being very wise and intelligent." Cristina agrees. "And ... she's showing no sign of wanting to go potty."
They drive on, as the girls continue to sleep. Then Owen shrugs. "Maybe it's because of Robbie. JoJo has an unfair older brother advantage."
"Yes." Cristina nods. "You know what this means?"
"What?"
"Mallory will be potty-trained sooner than JoJo was." She smiles sagely. "Chloe will lead by example."