I don't know where she went wrong. Maybe it was peer pressure. Maybe a hormonal imbalance.
Or maybe it was that the potty, an object once shrouded in mystery – nay! – in complexity, had been conquered. Ea venit, ea vidit, ea vicit. And her stance on the subject of the potty is that pissing into a diaper is a hell of a lot easier.
Wonder where she gets that 'go-get-em' attitude from...
She's only 28-months old. I know it's still early. And it's not like she doesn't use the potty at all anymore. But, it's like...it feels so good to hear people say, 'Oh my, your daughter is so advanced! My kid wasn't potty trained until at least 3-years-old! How lucky you are! May I kiss your feet and feed you grapes and fan you with palms?'
It was like...she had conquered the potty. But I had conquered the world.
I like having the kid who's ahead of the game. And I had one.
But Lucy has relapsed. She is back in diapers. I don't know where she went wrong.