My 2 year old had just run, buck-ass naked, into the hallway. I heard my husband, who had chased after her to wrangle her into the bath, say, “oh no. It’s happening.”
“She’s peeing, right?”
“Yeah.”
“On the hallway floor, right?”
“Yeah.”
Silence. Then:
“Oh okay, you’re not done.”
A small two-year-old voice:
“Ah dah!” [All Done]
“Stay there so I can get a towel.”
Eeeerrrrr. Thud. Pause.
“She slipped in her own pee, right?”
“Yeah.”
Pause.
“Mama?”
“Yeah, baby?” Between snorts of laughter.
“I did it.”
Nothing Down the Drain 