Teensy walked out of the bathroom this morning, having gotten to be second in the line of four of us that needed to use it...badly. As I head towards the bathroom (having graciously been awarded the number three spot seeings how I just had to pee and Bubba had to take a bit longer), Teensy pulls down the side of her only article of clothing, her underwear, and says "Look, Mom. I got a toilet mark." I look at her with cocked eyebrows and a look that said 'I am so glad that you showed me that' and say, "That's what happens when you have a butt small enough to fit inside the toilet seat and you spend 30 minutes relaxing on it while the rest of us are out here doing the pee-pee dance. Go get dressed." She looks at me and says, "No. I have to go show Daddy first." I did the best parental thing I could think of...
...I rolled my eyes and muttered something about wishing my butt was small enough to get "toilet marks".
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