V: “I peed in my green dress. That’s why I changed.”
M: “You didn’t pee in your green dress; you spilled oatmeal on it.”
V: “No but—oatmeal is kind of like pee.”
S: “V, you really should go potty so you don’t have an accident.”
V: “In a second, OK?”
We’re raising a two-and-a-half-year-old teenager.
(Holding her Spider-Man doll) “Spider-Man has baby bad guys in his tummy.”
That’s what we get for letting her watch me play Spider-Man while also expecting her baby brother.