This weekend we are going through "Potty training boot camp" with Cora since she starts preschool in two weeks. So, since Friday we have been going through accidents, celebrations, and rushing to the nearest potty. This morning, while making muffins, Cora started having "the poopy face" so I told her we should hurry to the toilet. I rushed her in and told her to hurry, hurry and take down her pants. Without missing a beat, and while following my command, she told me:
"Slow your roll mom. Slow your roll. We're not in a big hurry here."
Seriously?
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