3/5 not for small kids
  by Tara Houston-mcmillan
I dont like how the little girl tells you a story throughout the whole movie, it dosnt work for a who year old. When the little boy plays pretend with his chair through the jungle, i think this kind of movie is for a child that has problems sitting on the chair, but we are pass that stage.

1/5 Horrible
  by L. Langley (Florida)
Like another mom, I bought this on a whim. I knew better to buy something like this w/o reading reviews, so this is a $15 mistake. The video could have been made by a high school film crew and like everyone else said, the actual point was so short on the video, I doubt my 2 year old would get it. She liked it, but it spent substantially more time on the boy playing with the potty chair instead of using it to go potty. The video didn't scare her in the least, but it is torture for an adult to watch and doesn't seem to get the point across.

1/5 Not Worth Your Money
  by V. Laughlin (Nashville, TN)
I bought this DVD without reading the reviews. After I bought it, I read the reviews and thought maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Once I got it we watched the DVD and found out that it really is horrible. It's not made for a toddler to understand and it will not keep their attention. If you have a 6 year old who is still potty training, they may watch it, but they won't understand everything the little girl is talking about because she uses adult words to explain going potty.

5/5 toddler listens to the big girl
  by Eonzaway (Arlington, VA)
My toddler listened with rapt attention to the "big kid" talk about how to go potty. She never listens to me! This DVD is worth trying before you get frustrated with your toddler who thinks she knows everything before she even tries. Good luck!

5/5 Trips to My Loo, My Darling
  by Rebecca J. Lacko (California)
Could it be? Has our little son decided, all by himself, to use the potty? All signs say yes!

During our trip to the library last week, on a whim I rented "I Can Go Potty." My son studied it with intensity. He loved the song about being a "big kid," and would softly repeat the lyrics under his breath: "a big kid eats by himself, a big kid is polite, a big kid uses a potty" as though in a trance. He watched it over and over, and then stood up, took off his clothes and sat down on his potty. Folding laundry, I smiled and thought nothing of it. Months of looking into the depths of a bone-dry potty had left me cynical and jaded. I walked out of the room to put away the clean clothes, only to hear, "Done! Doooooooooone!"

When I returned, sure enough, there it was. I let out a cheer, we hugged, we clapped and when I called him my "big kid" and his eyes lit up with pride.