Today, Lakeland sat on her potty for so long that her foot fell asleep. Of course, I didn't know that her foot was asleep, because...well, it's not like its eyes were closed. All I know is, I told her it was time to get off the potty, and she was all "Foot Mommy, FOOT MOMMY!", and pointing at her foot.And I was like, "Yep, that's your foot. Now get off the potty".
And her face got all crumpled up and confused looking, and she said "FOOT MOMMY!", and then I pulled her off the potty, and she couldn't stand up on her own. Good thing I didn't think she had a stroke. Because I don't even know where the hospital is in Alexandria. Anyway, I finally figured it out when she said her foot hurt, and then I started laughing at her. Not a great move as far as parenting is concerned, but it was funny.
So I told her that her foot was sleeping (at least something around here gets a nap) and it would feel better soon.
Then I put her in the tub. And that's where she pooped.
