More potty training. My life doesn’t revolve around potty training the way it must seem like it does. I swear.
Yesterday, Ray climbed up on the closed toilet while I ran water for her bath. She’d stripped off her diaper already.
“Day,” she said. This could mean any number of things, like “Daddy,” or “There.”
Then she peed all over the toilet lid.
Before cracking up, I managed to praise her thoroughly and catch it all before it dripped onto the floor.
Am I a good mother, or what?