Elizabeth is learning to use the bathroom. Learning...slowly. Today I could tell she had not heeded my instruction (mother's have a sense for this...it's called "smell").
I asked her, with some exasperation, "Elizabeth, WHY do you have this mess in your pants?!"
She said, "Because. Me wanted to 'prise 'Nea."
"What?" I asked. "You wanted to surprise Linnea?"
"Yeah. Me wanted to say ' 'prise 'Nea! Me have poopy pants!"
And now I know.
Potty training...for the ninth time.