For those of you who do not already know, we are expecting our second child in May. We have been talking to Harper about the baby and getting her ready for the idea that she is going to be the big sister. This has led to a array of hilarious comments having to do with how she is growing up and how she is a big girl. My favorite so far:
"I growing. Next year, I bigger. Next year, I a GIANT."
Anyway, this whole "I'm a big girl/I'm a baby" dichotomy leads to some interesting conversations that tend to include the importance of potty training. Harper likes to talk the big talk about potty training, but so far the actions do not match the hype. This morning the conversation started in Harper's bedroom as she was getting dressed and continued all the way to daycare.
Harper, early: "I a baby."
Mark: "Well, when the new baby is born, you are going to have to be a big girl. 'Cause you'll be the big sister. Are you going to help take care of the baby?"
Other morning ritual stuff ensues.
Later, in the car: "I a BIG girl."
Me: "You sure are."
Harper: "Mommy. You a big girl?"
Me: "I am."
Harper: "Daddy a big girl?"
Me, laughing: "Daddy is a big BOY."
Mark: "Daddy wears big girl... uh... big boy underpants."
Harper: "Mommy, you potty trained?"
Me: "Yep. I'm potty trained."
Harper: "Daddy potty trained?"
Me: "Yes, Daddy is potty trained, too."
Harper: "I want potty trained."
Me: "Oh really? Because I have seen no evidence that you want to learn to go potty in the toilet." I am referring to this past Sunday, when I put her in underpants only to have her pee in them TWICE only minutes after I asked her if she had to go potty.
Me: "You can't go pee in your pants if you are potty trained. You like to pee in your pants, don't you."
Harper, definitively: "No. I don't like it."
Ok. She told me.