I noticed it when we were going potty. We use the big wheelchair ones at the back. You know, because we have a wheelchair? I was a bit glad when she got the pink chair. I didn't have to worry about irate middle aged women harassing me about using handicapped utilities. I love the automatic doors, but we can totally do old school backwards. Chickadee likes to have a conversation while we pee. I don't. But, one must accommodate when one has an audience. Just as I finished up, she implored me. "You need to go potty too?" Yup. So I started the long process of extracting her from her seat, chatting a little to keep her calm. Like a lot of 3 year olds, she has a hard time holding it once she's decided it's time. "Here. We're just going to unbuckle your belt...get your arms right...okay, hold onto mommy and you're out!" Chickadee usually panics at this point. Gravity takes over. "Let's strip you down, don't wor...
The life of a train wrecked woman, trying to get back on track.