Tuesday, August 25, 2015
"I pee pee in the POTTY!" Annabelle emphatically declared earlier this evening.
I turned my head toward the bathroom just in time to see my sweet little thing doing what can only be described as a Frankenwalk in my direction while holding her little green potty above her head with both hands. "Don't spill" I warned.
I knew what was coming next.
"Treat?" she asked, as she reached me in time to hold out said potty in front of me as verification that she had, indeed, clocked in this particular evening and thus she was entitled to her just compensation.
"Treat Daddy?" she again inquired, giving me a sweet look that, of course, I was no match for. "Yes Sweetie" I responded. "How about a Smartie?"
She liked that well enough. "But now you have to eat some more of your dinner Sweetie" I tried to sound firm but loving at the same time. It worked.....for a bit. However, a few moments later, Annabelle was once again down from her dinner chair and headed to the potty.
And once again, she walked out the the bathroom declaring that she was owed a treat. She even gave herself a mumbling, but pretty darn cute "Hup hup huvay" as she threw her hands in the air. After proper verification I once again rewarded her with a smartie candy. A pink one this time.
Now, while two pees in the potty in one evening is a pretty good output for a 2.5 year old, I was unprepared for what was next. (No, it wasn't that. We are still working on that one.) Annabelle, the prudent business woman that she is, apparently realizing that this whole getting a treat thing was pretty cool (especially since she has a very pronounced sweet tooth) decided that she was going to cut down on quality while increasing output.
No less than 3 more times, our tiny entrepreneur ran off to the loo and came out declaring that there was something treat worthy for me to see in there.
Not much, mind you, but each time there was indeed something in the bottom of that potty. After one of the last visits I joked to Mrs. LIAYF "I think we should start calling her Squirt." as I focused trying to see if there was actually anything in there.
Then, after her last trip, and I again verified the contents I was amazed that she wasn't dry. "Where is all this pee pee coming from Annabelle?" I asked, in all seriousness.
"MY BUTT!" came her emphatic reply. Mrs. LIAYF and I just laughed.
Well, I did ask.
"Not quite Sweetie, but good job none the less! Have another Smartie."
Posted by James (SeattleDad) at 10:04 PM