Yes, we are still potty training.
Yes, the small person who is potty training locked the rest of us out of the house and proceeded to stand at the door, licking her popsicle, with a sinister smile and the ever present threat of a puddle on the floor.
She picked it. There was one and she picked it.
Yes, I had a hard time not cracking up as I was trying to instruct said small person to UNLOCK THE DOOR TURN THE TOP LATCH RIGHT HERE DO IT NOW.
Yes, I was envisioning a small person running into mommy and daddy’s bedroom and climbing up onto the bed to bounce in a very unsafe way while probably also leaving a puddle on it while by the by we are standing outside and trying to decide whether or not to break into our own house because she’s probably about to fall off the bed from all the unsafe bouncing.
No, there are no pictures of this.
Mostly because I’m also trying, albeit unsuccessfully, to hide my laughter because said small person is standing there on the other side of the locked door wearing Minnie panties and rain boots, happily enjoying her popsicle and wondering what is so funny while also, thankfully, not able to telepathize my fears of unsafe bed jumping which almost certainly would have immediately encouraged it.
They both have school today.
All creatures of our God and King. Lift up your voice and with us sing.
Bitty E informed me yesterday {mid potty training, mind you} that we needed to do an experiment with the five senses and could I go and find the things to do that with now, please. I told her we were safest from puddles by staying outside and how about she try to find the five senses in the yard. We got past two–yes, the crimson clover is soft, and yes, the blueberries are not ready to be picked.
Here’s the before–I’ll spare you the after. Think we’ll stick to the popsicles for a few more days.
