Day 2. "Good job, another trip to the potty. What is that, seven times this morning?" I would hand him a chocolate and shove one in my mouth too.
Things just kept getting progressively worse.
Day 3. "Another potty, great. A Mr. Goodbar for you and two Krackel for me."
Day 4. "Good job going potty. That's three M and M's for you, because you're three and 36 M and M's for me, because I'm 36."
Day 5. "Are you thinking you may have to potty soon? I'll just go ahead and eat some chocolate now just in case."
By about the sixth day I raided the candy jar anytime I felt like it. I'm not sure I even gave him rewards for going potty, I just occasionally walked over to the cabinet and stuffed my face with miniature candy bars and M and M's.
Thankfully, he stopped expecting rewards for going potty right around the same time I polished off the rest of the bag.
My sweet tooth cannot wait until it's time to potty train our one year-old.