So, I hadn't thought much about the words "Potty Training" before . . . that is until I heard my two year old daughter enthusiastically shout to her father after a successful outing to the bathroom, "Daddy! I'm on the potty train!" Cracked me up.
We're continuing to have mixed, although surprisingly good, success on this whole potty training thing. I think if we just let the poor kid stay at home, and not drag her out sledding every single day (and putting a diaper back on her for the outing), she'd already be there. It's my own inconsistency that's kicking our butts, but oh well, she's a smart kid and will adjust and my little baby will be wearing panties full time any day now. That's scary.
I overheard a whiny, tired Annie (around that time she should be napping) have the following exchange with her Dad:
"Come on Annie, let's go upstairs."
"Actually, I can't. Actually, I can't walk anymore. Actually, you'll have to carry me."
Seriously, she loves the word actually.
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Ha ha, I remember Jaxson doing that. Except he 'claimed' his legs were broken and he couldn't walk, as he was walking. lol
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