"Mama, I love you," Ainsley tells me as we're heading to the pool "You're the whole world."
Wow. The things they say.
This morning we had yet another potty training accident. This is getting so old, so very old. For whatever reason, I've very much taken the This too shall pass line of thinking. My blood pressure has remained stable. Ainsley will not require ministry or harbor deep-seated insecurities because of her potty training ventures.
But it's getting old fast, and this morning I got cranky over the whole affair.
Minutes later Ainsley's sitting on the mini-potty. She beams at me and says, "You're happy!"
"I'm happy," I tell her. "You know what makes me happy?"
No, sweet sunshine. You should say Me not Pee. You make me happy.
P.S. Let's not say pee. Let's say go potty.