Potty Training

Cassidy peed on me today. Seriously. We were sitting there at the dinner table, she'd finished her share and was on my lap doing a puzzle, while Damian and I had a nice conversation when all of a sudden my leg felt warm.

"Cssidy, are you peeing?"

"Yes."

"It's going ON MY LEG!"

"Oh, sorry, Mom."

"Go to the potty, NOW."

"What?"

"GO TO THE TOILET NOW!"

"Oh, okay."

So gross.

I made a nice meal though. "Meatloaf Muffins" (I've learned that if something is in the shape of a muffin, Child will eat it. Husband tends to look a little bewildered.)




I'll spare you the picture of the peed-on jeans.