I Love My Pee!

On the drive to Utah for Great Grandma Woolley's 90th birthday party we almost had an accident. Not the kind of accident we had on the way to her 88th birthday party where we totaled the car. The kind of accident you have when you drink too much juice and then drive in a car for 4 hours. Only it hadn't been that long...

Anyway, June had to go potty. We were nowhere close to an exit. I was starting to freak out because she's been having lots of accidents lately. She gets a certain tone in her voice and then she pees her pants. I was trying to avoid a situation like that in the car, but she had the tone and I was panicked.

Then suddenly she was calm. She told us not worry cause her pee doesn't come out in cars. It only comes out in potties. "It telled me that," she said. "My pee talks to me. I love my pee!"

I love that kind of pee, too! I think all pee should be the kind that only comes out in potties. How great would that be?