TO PEE OR NOT TO PEE

When you're young and you imagine your future life, your future job, your future husband, your future kids, there are some practical day to day things left out of this lovely vision. For instance, I spent a lot of the day today hanging out in the bathroom - with my husband and two small children. This, I did not foresee. My two year old announced, quite unexpectedly considering that we've been begging her to JUST TRY this very thing, that she had to go pee pee and wanted to sit on the potty. Well naturally we all went running for the bathroom as soon as the words were out of her mouth (with the exception of Conner, frogging slowly down the hallway - but she, too, got there eventually).



We only have one - and it's pretty darn small. Even the tub, instrument of torture and humiliation, is undersized. The bathroom was built way before biggie sizing came along.

Anyway, we hung out, we turned the water on, we talked pee pee, sang pee pee ditties, poured pretend pee pee in the potty, promised the world for a drop of actual pee pee in the potty, hung out some more, sang some more songs. Then Maryn said she was done. Just like that. "Did you go pee pee?" I asked. "I did go pee pee," huge angelic grin. I'm not sure what to make of this. My husband and I ask to see, everyone looks into the potty. No yellow. We sniff. Can't tell. Too much pretend pee pee. "Are you kidding with Mommy and Daddy?" from Daddy. "Noooo. I goed pee pee!" Another angelic grin with her little shoulders hunched up to her ears. "Really?" This is me. Still can't quite grasp what's going on here. My husband shakes his head, no way this kid's put pee pee in the potty. But still, she's insistent. No matter how we word the question, she reiterates that she went pee pee in the potty.

So we do the drill as if it's the real thing. And who knows, maybe it is. Much cheering, hooting, hollering, clapping of hands, kissing of darling face. "What a big girl you are! Mommy and Daddy are so proud of you! Yay! Yay for you!!!" Much to my surprise, she LOVES the cheering and fuss. She claps and whoops along with us. More big grins and charming shrugs. More cheers. Then silence for a moment. I tell her again how proud we are. We all smile goofily at each other. Then she says quite matter of factly, "I goed pee pee again. Say 'Yay.'" A star is born.