Molly: Those are Wal-Mart's pottys.
Me: uh huh do you need to go potty?
Molly: (very matter of fact) No... those pottys freak me out.
It was funny hearing Molly say that. It's also very true. Molly isn't a big fan of public bathrooms. Can you blame her? On our trip to Chicago last winter break she held it 8 hours until we got to grandma's house. Talk about bladder control.
A couple Wednesdays ago we were on our way to toddler time at the library. (It starts at 10:35. The library (Eisley branch) is only a couple minutes from our house. I like us to be walking out the door at 10:15. Then we can get to the library return our books and find our name tags with a few minutes to spare.) I'm in the van getting the kids buckled in when I smell something unpleasant.
me: Gabe, do you stink?
Gabe: uh huh
me: ok I'm going to lay you one the seat to change your diaper, we don't have time to go back inside. That means you can't wiggle. I don't want poop on the seat. Do you understand?
Gabe: uh huh
Molly: yeah if you get poop on the seat Daddy will be ticked.
Another accurate insight by Molly.
Speaking of the library here are some pictures of the Fancy Nancy parties we went to. If you haven't read Fancy Nancy you should check her out. We're all fans at our house. Well at least Molly and I are. The first few pictures are at the Gere branch back in March.
Molly making her crown