Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Just Call Me Pollyana

She is a determined little girl, after all.

It's not like I was OVERLY optimistic.

When she first came to me, I thought she was asking for a diaper change.  She'd been running around in just that cotton padding since she woke from her nap.  And now she was begging me to "Take it off!"

"Do you need a new diaper, honey?"

NO MOMMY!  Take it OFF!

"I can't just take it off and let you run around.  I'll go get you a clean diaper."

NO MOMMY!  TAKE MY DIAPER OFF!
I WANT TO WEAR UNNERWEARS.
I NO NEED NO DIAPER!
ANY!
MORE!

One look in those big blue eyes had me fully convinced.  I had no doubt that she'd considered her options, weighed the pros and cons, then come to the conclusion that today was potty training day!  I was giddy at the thought.

I've always heard that girls are easier to train.  And that if you wait long enough, the training process is a cakewalk.  Knowing my daughter's spunky, strong will, I began calculating how much money we'd be saving in the "diaper" column of the budget.

But after two hours, we had nothing to show for our work except a daddy on his hands and knees under the living room area rug with a bottle of carpet cleaner.

Miss M took one look at the scene and asked me for a diaper.

You can call me Pollyana, but I'm keeping the "unnerwears" close by.  And maybe I'll stock up on carpet spot cleaners the next time I'm at Sam's!

1 comment:

(Ri)Charmed said...

Maybe next time...