Last week, I moved your potty to the bathroom. At first, you needed a bit of reminding that the potty had moved, but you caught on quickly. I supervised, leaning against the door frame, while you did your business, then stepped in to help with wiping and flushing. After a few times through this routine, you decided that my presence was no longer required. You sat down on your potty, looked at me, said "No Mama!", stood up, and shut the door in my face. When you were done, you knocked at the door (you can't quite reach the knob) for me to come in and help you finish up.
My big girl, who has long been so independent, has finally decided she wants privacy in the bathroom. Hooray! Now if you could apply that to the concept that other people, namely your father and I, might also want a little privacy in the bathroom, we'd be all set!