Mommy Is a Big Girl

At the playground, Klara informed a strange gentleman:

“I took my mommy to go potty. Mommy is a big girl now. She goes potty. She no goes into her diaper any more. Good girl, mommy!”

I’m glad I’m the age I am because 10 years ago I’d be mortified. And now I don’t even care.

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