When we got to the restaurant last night, Jenny informed me she was wet. She’s been really good about using the potty at home, and even managed to go at my friend’s house when the friend watched her for three hours so I could take Fritz to the doctor. Luckily, I had put her in rubber pants and had a spare set in the car.
I told her, “Jenny, if you have to go potty, tell me. I will take you to the potty, even in the restaurant.”
She responded in the most incredulous tone, “They have potty’s here?”
I already know what’s up next: the Grand Potty Tour, whereby newly trained toddler must confirm in every public place exactly where the potty is and if it works just like the one at home.