Rude Awakening

This morning I woke up suddenly to the sound of running water. Imagine the way a hose sounds as water comes out mid-force onto warm concrete. That's exactly what it sounded like. I sat up in my bed, confused, disoriented, and look around my bedroom trying to figure out what the hell is going on. And do you know what I see? I see my daughter, standing over by her diaper genie. NAKED. And do you know what she is doing? Peeing on the diaper genie, diaper in hand.

I don't care if potty training at 19 months is too early. If she's old enough to take off her diaper and stand in the corner and piss on something like a dog aiming at a fire hydrant, then she may as well aim it right into a little potty.

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