KayTar has learned the "Here comes the bride, big, fat, and wide!" song from her brother and just looooves to sing it. We're not so fond of it and have been discouraging it. "It isn't a very nice song, KayTar." we say. A few days ago, she prefaced the song with, "Okay Mom, I'm not singing this to you or Daddy or BubTar or ANYONE. I'm singing it about the HOUSE, because this house is SO FAT!"
How do you argue with that?
KayTar: I have to pee.
Me: Want to sit on the potty?
KayTar (wearing butterfly wings): No, butterflies don't use a toilet, Mom.
They sure don't.
KayTar: Can you change me into my princess dress?
Me: KayTar, I really don't want to change your clothes a hundred times again today.
KayTar: Please? It would make me SO happy AND I will give you this penny--well, actually it is a FAKE penny--but I will still give it to yoooooou.
Somehow, that actually worked.
Me: KayTar, do you have a dirty diaper?
KayTar: Yeah. Are you happy I told you I pooped? (she has a habit of lying about it)
Me: Yes, but I would be happier if you just pooped in the potty.
KayTar: But, you are still happy. That's a COMPROMISE.
We are clearly in trouble.