First off, C enjoyed the library, and especially getting the library card. We got her the small kind that has a hole in one end (for keychains), and we put it on a piece of yarn for her to wear as a necklace on library days. Ha! Do you honestly think she's willing to limit that lovely adornment to once every three weeks? No, she put it on the minute she woke up this morning, and brought it for Show and Tell today.

Oh, and the books are cool too.


And now, the scene: Late afternoon, two naps occurring in parallel. C is taking her daily nap and I am sleeping off last night’s late-late bedtime. [I had experienced a twinge of guilt over this because it is a workday, but then again, I’m moderating a meeting this evening, and I’m working tomorrow (my day off), Saturday (my sometime day off), and Sunday. Slow and steady will win this race; twinge of guilt dispensed with. Zzzz...]

I wake up, aware of a Presence in the room.

C: Time to wake up, mommy.
Me: OK sweetie, (yawn) just give me a minute.
C: OK, I can help you. Do you need to go pee-pee?
Me: Yes, C, actually I do.
C: OK, you go walk to the potty, and pull down your pants, and I will help you wipe and then we’ll flush!
(And as I’m walking to the bathroom) You don’t want to go pee-pee in your big-girl panties!
(Hey, the girl has a point. I can’t argue with any of that, except for the help with wiping.)

She then proceeds to coach me through the experience ("just let the pee-pee come, Mommy"), and applaud at appropriate moments.

Clearly the apprentice is becoming the master. Still there is much to learn, Grasshopper.


Coda
Well this morning we sent her to the bathroom for her morning pee and soon heard her crying hysterically. She wears diapers at night and didn't get it off and herself on the potty in time, so she soaked her favorite nightshirt. She was inconsolable for about five minutes. Kept saying she wanted to go the "real doctor" (which made me wonder if she'd hurt herself/had an infection). Then I asked if she really needed to go to the doctor, because if she did then she would miss the visit from the fire fighters at preschool today. She opted for the fire fighters.

But my word! She was SO upset about this accident! Part of it was that she really loves this nightshirt and hates when it's in the hamper and out of rotation. But my goodness, the pressure she puts on herself!

And just for the record, she bears absolutely no resemblance to me when I was a child.