With chagrin, I admit I have not followed through with potty training for
my youngest boy.
That is just the humble confession of a mom who does not have it as
figured-out as she'd like. In cases such as this, I'd prefer you didn't know.
However, it's reality.
Well. No longer. I'm making a royal effort as of today (letting the diapers run out is motivating!)
and if you believe God cares about such things, please put in a good word for me.
Personally I suspect He's having a good laugh right about now!
Anyway, I was standing in the bathroom waiting for my little feller, and his tiny sis
waited expectantly outside the door.
I said to her "Aloria, you may come stand here beside me if you'd like"
"'Ainks" she says grasping my skirt.
And then turning to that big brother of hers in cheerful earnestness she chirps
"Hi Chrice! 're You a Train?"
In case this is lost on you, I believe she picked up on the fact that we are
"potty training". Oh my!
Okay God. I give you permission to laugh! We might as well laugh together :-)