Funny how having children changes you. This morning as I came upstairs from the basement carrying a basket of laundry, my 2-year-old ran toward me wearing shoes and socks, but no pants or underwear. ??
“Lop-a-lop!” she announced with a smug grin, hands clasped behind her back. (Lollipops are the reward for going #2.)
“Did you go potty?” I asked, looking into her little potty. “No,” I answered my own question emphatically. “No lollipop.–There’s nothing in there.”
“I fushed it,” she explained.
First of all, her potty doesn’t flush. Second, if she had gone #2, she would be calling for me to wipe her.
But she insisted, pointing to a random piece of plastic protruding from the potty seat. “See? I fushed it right there!”
Oh, my . . . you’re not convincing me, little girl. NO lop-a-lop!