We were talking last night about all the places Corrie has had to use the potty since becoming such a big girl and wearing underwear.
Last night, at an intramural football game at Purdue, (IN THE SNOW!) Corrie announced that she had to go. She had a pull-up on and for a moment Brian and I just looked at each other. We faced our greatest decision as parents (or so it seemed, smile.). What would we do? Just let her go or run to the rows of port-a-potties lining the field...? I wonder what she would have done if we had just said to go in her diaper but alas, we chose the lovely blue plastic huts. I will never forget her exclamation when we got in "OH, IT'S BEAUTIFUL!". Where does she come up with these things? I, the whole time was saying, "Don't TOUCH ANYTHING!"
But she went.
Let's see, where else have we gone? She likes public restrooms and I have come to appreciate how there seems to be a restroom wherever you go. I guess I never valued them like I do now. At home she can't decide sometimes between the upstairs or downstairs... Another of my favorites was our car trip to see the wind turbines out in farm country. Brian was taking pictures. She had a pull-up on but said those 6 little words, "Mommy, I have to go potty." I was a mom un-prepared, no spare potty in the trunk... all I could find was a funnel and a can of tennis balls. So she went on a funnel into a can. We had a good laugh... but we all had dry pants.