This morning, as I’m working on getting things ready to get the girls out the door, the Littlest Brewster comes up to me and says, “Mommy, I had a accident.”
Sure enough, I could see that the front of her pants were wet.
So we had a bit of a discussion about how she needs to pee-pee in the potty like a big girl. And without looking, I stuck my hand down the back of her pants to pull them off and change them.
Yeah. It wasn’t a pee-pee accident.
That was definitely more than I bargained for at 6:45 in the morning…