Yes, we are still working on potty-training. No rush, and it
was nice to not have to worry about accidents on the trip to Idaho. But what is it about potties??
Luci's been content to just go whenever the mood struck her, in her pull-up. Which is fine with me, I learned with the boys that it is not worth the headaches and aggravation to push things along. There
will be a day, soon most likely, when Luci will have it down pat.
As in on the road to Idaho. After a year of not caring, all of a sudden she
cares! "Screech!
I gotta potty NOW!!" So we find the first potty available. We rush in, because, "It's coming out NOW!" as everyone at the Quick Stop Gas Mart can attest. Finally, we make it to the potty, and Luci is putting on the brakes. She very nicely says, "No, I not use that potty. I just use my pull-yup." She does not like gas station bathrooms.
Or McDonald's bathrooms. (The McD's in Hayti, MO had a wet floor...and it wasn't from mopping. She did use her "pull-yup" and it leaked. So watch your step in Hayti.)
Or rest stop bathrooms. (The one at Ft. Steele in WY comes to mind. After exiting that restroom, a strong wind gust--is there any other kind in Wyoming?--catapulted Luci into a woman making her own way to the icky potty.)
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Here's another thing: You know that unwritten rule that says a woman can't go to the restroom in a public place by herself? Women always go in pairs at restaurants, the theater, etc. You know that. But do you know at what age this tradition starts? For Luci and four other little girls at church, it starts in preschool! I'm surprised the ushers didn't come in to stop the party this morning. There were four 3-year-olds and one 4-year-old whooping it up while they did their business (apparently churchy potties are ok). And yes, the mommies did try to hush the girls up. Which only caused more squealing.
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Aren't you glad there are no pictures with this post?