So we're eating dinner. Kate's running around. Not unusual- she's not a big eater lately. She's playing on the stairs, which are right next to the dining room (and there's a gate halfway up so it's fairly safe, in case you were worried).
Kate: PEE. PEE. PEE. PEE. PEEEEEEEEE.
Nick: Why is she saying pee? Did you pee earlier?
Beth: I don't know. Maybe because she's near the bathroom?
Kate: PEE. PEE. PEE. PEEEEEE.
[This goes on for 10 minutes or so. She gives up trying to go upstairs. Picks up potty from the family room and brings it to Beth.] PEE.
Beth: [quickly depantses Kate. Discovers poop]. Oh. She meant poop. We suck at this.
Poor thing was trying to go upstairs to get her diaper changed and we were totally oblivious until she PICKED UP THE POTTY and brought it to the dinner table.
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