Pee Pee
Gotta love it.
As with most mornings, I’m running around. Showering. Making lunches. Getting dressed. Harassing the little girl to get herself dressed (”Noelle, its time to put your clothes on, please.” “No.” “Noelle, put your clothes on or I will turn off Sesame Street.” “No.” “OK, I’m going to turn off Sesame Street.” “Time out?” “No, Noelle, no time out. Put your clothes on or I’m turning off Sesame Street.” “OK.” — at some point, will she figure out its easier just to do what I ask and that we don’t negotiate on consequences??).
You get the picture.
I’m sitting down to eat my scrumptious looking open faced, toasted, turkey and cheese sandwich on nice, thick bread. Noelle is sitting down to eat the half I gave to her. I remind her that she needs to go potty and wash her hands before breakfast (did anyone else catch that piece on NPR this weekend about how much sickness can be prevented by hand washing before meals — we could save about 1/2 the children who die from complications of diarrhea each year by passing out bars of soap in 3rd world countries). “No.” “OK, then, you don’t get to eat your sandwich”. “Mommy come help me.” I eye my sandwich and am truly enjoying the act of being seated. “Noelle, go get started and if you run into problems I’ll come help.” Mind you, she is perfectly capable of using the potty on her own and half the time will shut the door on me to keep me out.
I take a bite.
“Pee pee.”
I hear the whine. She pulls out the words … peeeee peeeeee and says the phrase like what just occured was an act of fate that descended upon her from above. There she is, standing in the door of the bathroom in soaking wet pants and standing in a little puddle.
You think that wasn’t deliberate?!?!
The little stinker.
Wouldn’t give me a kiss good-bye at school today, either.
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February 22nd, 2006 at 12:09 pm
Amy is testing comments. How does this work??
February 22nd, 2006 at 12:11 pm
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