Dad Just Doesn't Understand

Today we were watching the Colts/Chargers game on television. Shaylynn kept coming in with the potty seat saying, "Potty, potty, potty." I've been dealing with this all week. I'd ask her if she wanted to sit on the toilet and she'd say yes. We'd sit there and sit there and nothing. Well, I just figured it was one of those times and chose to watch the game. Doug, of course, just ignored her except for telling her to get the toilet off her head. Anyway, a few minutes later I see a naked body running from the front room to the bathroom with a stool. I was excited that she was actually going to get on the toilet, but didn't expect anything from it. That is until Miriam covered her mouth and moaned, "Oh no! Shaylynn went potty on the floor!" Sure enough! There was a nice wet spot on my bedroom floor and a diaper laying by my bed. I'm not sure how she stripped down and ran out of the room before we noticed, but that's what we get for not paying attention.

Because it's customary for us to try and blame each other, Doug and I started debating whose fault it was she wasn't put on the toilet. My excuse---I just didn't want to. Doug's--I didn't understand what she was saying. Hmmm....I don't know how you can misunderstand someone saying, "Potty, potty, potty", but that's just me.