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 <description>&lt;p&gt;The downside to parenting is that you never know what what will come next. The upside is that you never know what will come next.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Yesterday, while trying to get our two year old to go sit on the potty (she&#039;s at that stage earlier than our older two were), she absolutely refused to sit down. She just wasn&#039;t going to do it. She was so defiant that she stood there and wet standing up; all over the stool, her pants and her socks. I was not exactly happy about that.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Today is a new day.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I had sat down to begin my work day while all three are at home playing in the living room. I hadn&#039;t been sitting long, maybe five to ten minutes, when our six year old son came running through our room to our bathroom, &quot;Youngest is in our bathroom with the door shut and we don&#039;t know what she&#039;s doing, but I have to go to the bathroom real bad.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I got up and quickly got to the other bathroom and opened the door. There in front of me, stood Miss Independence holding her pants in her hand. &quot;I can&#039;t get these back on,&quot; she said. I noticed she had on a pull-up (obviously, she got one out and put it on her self). &quot;Where is your diaper?&quot; I asked. &quot;It&#039;s in the trash can,&quot; she replied. &quot;Where did you go tee-tee?&quot; &quot;I tee-teed in the potty!&quot; she said with excitement. I was excited for her and a bit confused considering yesterday&#039;s potty-training adventure.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I helped her get her pants back on and told her she needed to wash her hands. She got up on the stool in front of the sink and I turned the cold water on slightly so she could wash her hands. &quot;That&#039;s the warm water,&quot; she said while rubbing the soap on her hands. &quot;That&#039;s the cold water. The warm one is that one over there,&quot; I said. &quot;Noooooo! That is the warm one and THAT is the cold one.&quot; She then followed me across the house to make sure I still understood she was right.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sigh. It&#039;s still a slightly newer day.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I might add that before I could finish typing this up (in the ten minutes it took), I had heard some hard knocking, bouncing sounds coming from the living room. I went in there to see what it was. She was trying to play baseball with a foam bat and a real golfball.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Energizer bunny wouldn&#039;t stand a chance against Miss Independence.&lt;/p&gt;
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