Maranatha is sort of potty training herself. Not a bad thing since I hate potty training.
The other day I asked her if she needed to go potty.
Yep. So off we went.
She sat down, paused for a few seconds and then was off.
Me: “No, ‘Natha, you have to wait for a few minutes.”
Maranatha: “Oh. O.K. ”
Maranatha: “It’s stuck, Mommy.”
Me: “Uh huh.”
Maranatha: “It’s stuck. Maybe t’mowow (tomorrow).”
What could I say? I laughed and laughed. I wish I could have told Dan. He would have laughed too.