Where Does She Come Up With This Stuff

I've been so upset lately by the events in our country that I have been purposefully ignoring them. Hence, no political wisdom from me. Instead I will share a very funny story from Mailee, everyone's favorite lady.

Last Saturday was a busy day for us. Mailee and I had ballet class in the morning and then Mark had rehearsal. After that we ran home and quickly ate lunch and then it was off to Mark's sister's house for a 1pm birthday party for their 4 year old. It was great. The kids ran around like crazy people and played with toys and ate cake and candy. Very laid back and awesome.

Then we rushed home to pick up the truck and it was off to birthday party number 2 which started at 3pm. This party, also for a 4 year old, was held at GAGE gymnastics, a HUGE indoor gymnastics gym. Essentially, what we had was 13 kids under the age of four, including 2 just barely under 2 running around on mats and trampolines designed for kids over the age of 8. Total chaos. It was especially difficult to keep track of Brick who seems to have inherited the curse of the Olsen short legs and kept getting lost in the depths of the foam pit. After about 30 minutes Mark had to leave (hence picking up the truck) to go to a welfare training meeting so I was on my own.

Somewhere in the middle of all of this Mailee had to go to the bathroom, so I took her to the gym's unisex bathroom and she hopped up. While in there she started pooping, and just like Rachel she also feels the need to pep talk her poops. Not wanting to be disturbed, I locked the door.
"Mom, why did you lock the door?"
"So no one will come in while you are going potty."
"Oh. They might come in and not see me and sit on me and squish me down into the potty and then I'd be all dirty." I'm holding back the laughter.
"I'm sure they'd see you if they came in honey."
"Oh." And then she laid it on me. "They might see me and see that I'm so beautiful and then they'd sit on me and it would make their butt beautiful."

Priceless.