This is my 100th post. Not that anyone other than yours truly knows this -- or cares. But I kind of wanted this post to be special in some way.
Instead, it’ll be wretchedly, mind-numbingly typical. An overwrought mother cataloguing her daughters’ every bowel movement for posterity. And yet you’re still reading?
Sparky is asserting her independence more each day. Tonight, while enduring the nightly bedtime routine I call Cat Herding, or Pushing Water, I told Sparky -- FOR THE FIFTH TIME -- to go potty. She was insistent that she most certainly did NOT need to go.
“But you just drank your milk,” I countered. “You WILL have to go.”
“NO -- I -- DON’T!!” Sparky barked. “Amember? When I was in Daddy’s room? I peed in Daddy’s shoe! I -- DON’T -- NEED -- TO -- GO -- ANY -- MORE!!”
Oh yes. I “amembered.”
Gubby, if you’re reading this, now Miles is not the only shoe-piddler in town.