The first thing I heard when I picked up the girls yesterday was R saying she had a poopie accident. After a few questions I learned that it really wasn't an "accident" per se. She knew she had to go and she went. Unfortunately and unknown to her, she chose an automatic flush toilet...of course mid-pooh the toilet flushed. In her frantic efforts to avoid being sucked down into the toilet she jumped up, pulled up her panties and ran for her life! My hard black heart broke a little upon hearing this. I still laughed at the mental image though.
Anyway, I told her to get E or a teacher to go with her if she had to go poop after school. I asked E if this was ok with her. She sighed loudly and said, "I just wish I had a folding stool to carry to sit on while I wait." Huh? Will R take a couple of hours? Really?
I did inform R that she was way too big to be sucked down that little hole. I somehow don't think she believed me. Poor little Piglet.
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