“Woah-man, first I’m going to wine up all da puzzles, and then we’re gonna JUMP ON DEM!”

Yesterday we went to the playground at our neighborhood elementary school, as we do most days. Harper noticed something new:

Harper: “What number is dat?” (seeing a number on the door of the school)
Me: “That’s the number eight. Eight has two circles, one on top of the other.”
Harper: “Yeah! A right one and a left one!”

Last night at about 1 AM Harper had an accident. She has had maybe one or two accidents since potty training at the beginning of the summer, and each time it’s because we forget to make her pee before bedtime (she’s had zero accidents during the day). In retrospect, I let her drink an inappropriate amount of OJ last night and I forgot to put her on the potty before bedtime. The poor thing was humiliated and I almost feel bad posting this, but it was too funny! She was screaming so loud that we thought we were under attack:

“Help! Dares pee everywhere! My pants is broken, my sirt is broken! It’s just so WET!”