Saturday night, we met some friends and their daughter for dinner at Huey’s. Saturday night means that there were a lot of people there. Petrea had an audience… She ordered chicken and papas (fries) and was being pretty good. She has no real volume control – takes after her dad in that department. Anyway, after she ate she told Mom that she had to go “potty.” So, they went to the restroom. The conversation continued at the table until it was broken by my sweet daughter’s voice halfway across the room, “DADDY! I GO POOPIE!”
What, pray tell, is the appropriate response? A hug and, “Baby, I’m so proud…”
