we have mastered zen and the art of potty training. while we still have the quiet (or not so quiet, depending on your definition) look of a deer in the headlights when the movement comes on too quickly, we have yet to have an accident (day or night) in a very very very very long time (knock on wood, please God, let me not wake up to pee pee sheets).
we still don't like to go potty by ourselves (especially in the middle of the night when there are creepy crawlies hanging out in the toilet and mommy finally falls asleep despite the fact there is a foot in her mouth and a knee in her kidney and all the sheets are removed from her frozen body). so we're in the bathroom. waiting. waiting. waiting (because it's common knowledge that the colder it is, the longer it takes for the potty to come). as dawn starts to break and the birds begin to sing and the coffee begins to brew...ok, i'm totally getting carried away here...the following conversation takes place:
gabri: is santa still watching us even though it's not christmas?
me: (thinking this is a great time to instill the fear, i mean stress the importance of being kind and gentle throughout the year, not just at christmas time) oh of course he is, he never stops watching us.
gabri: (fear stricken) he is?!?!? but i need privacy in the bathroom!!!
me: (trying not to laugh) oh, he gives us time to go potty in private.
gabri: how about poo-poo?
me: we poop in private, too.
gabri: ok, how about Jesus? since He is everywhere, can He see me in the bathroom?
me: no, He gives us privacy too.
gabri: oh, ok.
there is not a day that goes by where i am not blown away by her view of life!
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i think you should write a childrens book with gabri as the main character. she is truly a toddler genius.
~b
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