The day of fun ends with an all-by-myself sleepover at Grandma and Grandpas house. Actually it usually ends with me in bed, exhausted, and Mr. Jenny reading bedtime stories and listening to end-of-shopping-day chatter.
And while shopping might not seem relevant to ...ummm... tinkling, it actually is.
I hope this isn't too personal a subject...
Have you noticed that third graders don't ever have to tinkle?
I am on the same tinkle schedule as the four year old and it works out swell.
We look at something, we tinkle. We look at something else, we tinkle.
But the third grader. Ummm...it pretty much goes like this:
Me: Julia, Grandma needs to find a bathroom.
Julia: Didn't you just go?
Me: No, that was a while ago.
Julia: Well, can I just try on these t-shirts and then we can go?
Me: No, we need to go now.
Julia: Sigh. OK, Grams.
Me: (whining and dancing and doing the p-dance) OK. Walk faster!
Now, mind you, Julia drinks the same amount of water as me which is a lot since I'm trying to break my weight watchers plateau and ...
What was I talking about here?
OK, yea... So Julia drinks a ton of water, too, PLUS juice PLUS Sprite and twice a day she runs into the bathroom for 43 seconds or so.
So, I'm wondering here...How do you get a bladder like an 8 year old?
As Mr. Jenny was putting Julia to bed last night I hollered out for him, "Make sure she goes potty before she goes to bed" and do you know what that little bladder-controlled girl had the nerve to say?
"Maybe Grandma needs to remember to go potty. She has to go all the time anyway!"
But just to be safe...
I got up and went again anyway.