Care of Dependants

This is M hugging her dolly. Last night on the way home she became very interested in this dolly. She picked it up and sat in her car seat with it. She hugged it. She sang songs to it. She sat the dolly up on her lap and said, "Be a good girl."
She patted the dolly.

I was so impressed with her imaginative play that I began to see M as a bit older. Not quite a toddler anymore...I sighed wistfully as I realized that the baby and toddler days are so quickly passing and once gone--

And then M p**ped so much in her underpants in her car seat in the van that we had to pull over to clean her up.

And then she squealed and shrieked and writhed around so that bits of p**p got on the carpet of the van. All this time, she wailed, "Oh No! Cooc is yucky! Cooc is yucky! Oh NO!"

And T stared down haughtily from his seat and made a running commentary on the situation.

"Did M p**p in her underpants? That's so yucky."
"M--You're supposed to say p**p NOT cooc."
"Mommy, are you done yet? Are you done cleaning up the p**p? I hope p**p doesn't get on the van."


Yes, M. Cooc is yucky and you are still a toddler.