Wednesday, February 4, 2009

A Case of Diahritos

So, Isabella called me into the bathroom yesterday afternoon while I was getting dinner ready and as soon as I walked in I could tell she was somewhat troubled. The expression on her face was that of pure anguish.

ME: "What's up, honey?"

ISABELLA: "Mom, I had an accident,... in my pants."

ME: "Ooh, what happened?"

ISABELLA: "I went poopy in my pants, but I didn't mean to. It was an accident. I don't want you to be upset."

~Yeah, insert Mommy guilt and horrifying
flashbacks of potty training here~

ME: "Oh honey, it's OK. Let's just get you cleaned up."

As I examine the damage I realize what happened and say to her:

ME: "Baby, I am NOT upset, OK? I know it was an accident and accidents happen to all of us. The problem is you have diarrhea so you probably didn't have enough time to get to the potty, that's all."

ISABELLA: "I have diahritos?"

~Insert uncontainable laughter here~

ME: "Yes honey, it would appear you have a case of diahritos!"


Juli said...

ohhhh...Liz.....this is priceless!