K: “I’m Mommy, and you’re Katherine.”
Me: “So I’m Katherine?”
M: Then I must be really cute.
K: And smart!
That’s my girl. Second interlude involves our seemingly never-ending potty training battle. K’s dad and I often remind K that she needs to “listen to her body.” We use this phrase a lot, particularly when it looks like she needs to poop but refuses to go to the bathroom. Fast-forward to Monday. I’m in the shower, and J is downstairs getting changed. K is in the kitchen eating breakfast when all of a sudden:
I’m listening to my body, Daddy!!! Daddy, I’m listening to my body!!!!
J runs up stairs as K is running to the bathroom, and we have success. Too bad it was the only time this week.