Reality
Maggie is climbing onto the toilet.
“I have to go potty, Mommy.”
“Ok.”
“I am sitting on the potty. Please don’t throw up on me, Mommy.”
“Alright.” I say as I turn away so she can’t hear me giggle.
She is very serious about this.
“Mommy! I have to pee! Don’t throw up on me!”
“I promise I won’t throw up on you.”
“Ok. I’m peeing.”
This could be worse, you know. At least she knows the potty is for pee. I threw up so many times in front of Jonas while expecting Maggie that he used to walk by the toilet and spit. He was convinced that’s what it was for.
