Monday, June 13, 2011

Oh How Quickly I Forget

Our internet connection is all wonky. It keeps obliterating my posts.

As I have already tried to tap out Daniel's six week post twice and it has been stomped on by our haphazard ISP, I am tossing my hands up for the day.

Perhaps tomorrow.

But for now (if this isn't lost into the abyss before I publish) I will leave you with this short tid-bit of funny.

Potty humor ahead. Proceed at your own risk.

Anna is in full on potty training. And not particularly caring for it. But I am at least as bull-headed as she is and it's my checking account on the line, not hers, and so we dance.

Anna has been running around naked as the day she was born for the past several days. I send her to her little potty at regular intervals, demanding that she drink and try to get the pee-pee out. Sometimes we read. Sometimes we chat. Sometimes she sings. Other times she just looks forlornly at me while I feed Daniel or stack the dishes.

And then today, by golly, I thought we had it.

"Mommy! I dropped my doo-doo in my potty!"

For a fraction of a split-nano-second, I thought she meant she had number 2-ed in her potty.

And then it dawned on me...


Cheryl said...

Too funny!!!

Heather H. Metcalfe said...

oh well! :) Thanks for the laugh anyhow!

The Farmer Files said...

Potty sorry it wasn't a deuce. ;(