Abbie is in gymnastics. We signed her up as a birthday gift this year and she loves it. Stephen and Clara and I color and read books while she tumbles to her hearts content. Then came that dreaded call. You know, that time when the teacher opens to door and scans the 20 or so parents, holding my soaked child at an arms distance. "Abbie's mom!" she practically yelled. I hoped up and grabbed Abbie. In my desire to quickly get her to the bathroom, I was quite un-strategic and stuck her butt under my arm. Yup, soaked my shirt with pee. Great.
Once she was cleaned up and back in class (I did hold it together, no fussing at her), I sat down in my pee shirt and proceeded to finish coloring with Clara and Stephen - trying to ignore my wet arm and the lingering odor. My dear friend, Teresa, loaned me a shirt at our lunch playdate. All was well.
I still can't wait until potty training is done.