I have no complaints about potty training. It has been a smooth, easy process in our house. I mean of course I knew there would be some accidents but today there was an accident of epic proportions.
We are in Barnes and Nobles Children's section looking at books and having a great time. Delaney starts to play on the storytime stage with a few other children. She is having a great time singing and dancing and then I hear it- the gasp of the snooty mom in a scarf (seriously?!? the heat index was 102 today, lady!) pushing the $500 stroller. I slowly follow her evil eye to Delaney and AHHHH! Delaney is standing in the middle of the stage peeing a river. Uh oh! I run to her and try to convince her to stop- no luck (are you surprised? I mean really who stops in the middle of peeing?) . Then I just wait it out as "scarf and friends" stare at us whispering in dismay. No offer of help, no sympathetic looks. I mean really, could I get a tissue or something? Once she is done I scoop Delaney up and haul her off to the car before I get into a mom fight with "scarf and friends". On our way out I kindly stop at the information desk and let them know there was a "small potty accident on the storytime stage". I didn't tell them they would probably need a wet vac and scuba gear, but that's a minor detail. I trudge across the parking lot carrying my soaking wet child who is only more than happy to share the wealth with me and my entire side is pee-soaked by the time we get to the car. We drove home in in pee-covered silence making a pit stop to get Chik-Fil-A milkshakes before coming home to delouse. As I go to take D out of the car she looks at me sincerely and says "I'm your daughter and I love your soooooo much, Mommy!".
That's all she needed to say. The slate is clean my monkey, I will be eagerly awaiting tomorrow's embarrassment be it temper tantrum, slip of tongue or river of urine.