It Comes After the Letter O

Let me start off by informing you of what happened a few weeks ago. I was sitting in my room nursing Gage while Lakin was in her room playing before her nap. She walks in my room very slowly and I notice she is holding a little Dixie drinking cup trying hard not to spill its contents. You know what I'm talking about...the cups you had when you were a kid that came in those plastic pop-up containers that were the coolest thing since sliced bread. Well, as she is walking across my room towards my bathroom, I ask her what she is doing and of course she replies, "Nothing." I know by now, that when Lakin says "Nothing" that she is doing "Something" that she knows is wrong or bad. It crosses my mind that I know she did not fill up that cup in her bathroom, because we were just finishing up remodeling it and the sink has already been removed. So I quickly put Gage down and go into the bathroom just in time to see her dumping this cup out in the sink with this dark yellow substance in it. Yes, it was pee, urine, whatever you want to call it. So I ask her what, how, why in the hell (well...not that exact word but I think I was sort of speechless at this point). She replies, "I had to go and I saw my cup from last night so I just went like this (insert picture here of Lakin squatting while holding the cup between her legs) and I went pee." I immediately told her to show me where she did it and she took me to her room, next to her nightstand. I felt everywhere and there wasn't a wet drop on the carpet. At that point I wasn't sure if I should congratulate her her excellent aim, which I do have to say that I personally could not have completed this task without making a mess, or scold her.

So that brings us to what happened today.

We decided to go to my parents for lunch today even though everyone was at work. But of course Lakin was excited to see her dog Molly (my parents unofficially adopted Molly when we moved to town but it is still a sore subject and that is a whole other story). I am in the kitchen making lunch and I yell out to Lakin in the back yard that lunch is ready. Well I get panicky because I don't see or hear her. I yell again and hear her in Molly's pen. I look and see her....actually I can only see the lights on her exceptionally bright TwinkleToe shoes. She is on the far side of Molly's doghouse, just starting to stand up and is pulling up her pants which were around her ankles. It didn't take me long to realize that she had either just taken a dump or peed in Molly's dog pen. She saw nothing wrong with this scenario because "That is where Molly goes pee and poop, so why can't I?"

So I guess Mark and I should sit our little 4 (soon to be 5 next month!) year old down tonight and have a serious one-on-one discussion before this little habit leads to a public urination ticket.