Trenton has been potty trained for a year, but I find that there are still times that he waits until the last possible minute to go to the restroom. He gets so engrossed with what he’s doing, that he winds up running/waddling to the bathroom while holding himself trying not to have an accident.
We were on our way to Ghirardelli for National Chocolate Chip Cookie Day last week, and I was about to turn into the parking garage. I passed the public restrooms, and told Trenton that we would be making a stop at the restroom before going to eat cookies. (Mommy had drank two glasses of water with her lunch.)
“Because I need to go to the bathroom.”
“Because Mommy needs to go pee pee REALLY bad.”
“Oh no! Is it starting to come out? Is it on your underwear? Are they wet? Do you have another underwear in your purse?”
So here I am, already about to pee my pants, and my kid makes me burst out laughing! He definitely knows what it’s like to wait until the last minute! I was able to park, get both kids out of the car, down the elevator, and over to the restroom. And wouldn’t you know it that Trenton insisted on going first? Thankfully all those Kegels I did during my pregnancies served well. It’s a good thing, because I seemed to have forgotten my spare pair of undies at home that day! And I’m pretty sure that my tush wouldn’t have fit into size 4T underwear!