One day I will share this story, albeit short, with your very future husband.
One day you will do this in public, or anywhere outside of our house, for that matter.
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Let me preface the story:
- we've been working hard on potty training- at home
- Ri just won't 'go' in public- not even at friends houses- argh!
- she's about to go through boot camp soon- i am sooo done w/ dipes
- we have a basket-type-thingie in the downstairs bath and our bathroom w/ magazines- you know, for reading
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So- today:
We get home from gymnastics and Target and Ri says to me:
"I need to go poopy Mom."
So I turned the light on for her and she does the rest: drops her drawers, scoots her little self up onto the big potty, sits and waits. Oh- and yells: "Mommy-shut the door. I need privacy."
A minute or so later I hear her call for me.
She says- as serious as I've ever seen her.
"I need a magazine"
Seriously? Yes.
I handed her the first magazine on the top of the stack: Sports Illustrated. She holds it in her hands, stares at the cover, and demands I leave her alone and shut the door.
Yes ma'am.
Well- like father, like daughter. A little bathroom readin' was all she needed to take care of some serious business.
I'm thinking I need to take a stack of magazines with us when we hit the road from now on. What do you think?
And- ONE DAY you will thank me for NOT posting the picture I took of you 'reading' on the camode on my cell phone, which I promptly texted to your daddy. You will, one day.
Until next time...
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