Freud maybe wasn't really thinking along these lines when he was rhapsodizing about how, really, all us women want a penis of our own. Why am I mentioning this?
For the past week or so, Sage has been wetting her bed at night. The other night she went THREE times in her bed, including about 10 minutes after she fell asleep. This is after she goes potty before we tuck her in.
I'm not sure what is going on. I'm pondering the idea of it being some sort of regression, which is common among the former baby when there's a new baby in town. I've asked her if anything hurts, in case she has some sort of infection.
She says she's fine. So this morning, after she wet the bed last night (and by the way, we try to make her wear a pull-up but she responds with an ear-shattering scream following by ripping it off and throwing it across th room), I asked her again why she kept peeing in her bed.
"Mommy? When I'm five, I'll have a penis, and then I won't tinkle in my bed anymore."
Give me credit - I kept a straight face for 3.7 seconds. Apparently, the reason her older brother doesn't pee in his bed is because of his equipment! Duh!
Like a waterfall in slow motion, Part One
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She wants her planet back. Woolfy – “Shooting Stars” Funny how his voice in
this song made me think he was singing ratchet instead of rapture. I heard
this...
1 year ago
1 comment:
OMG that is awesome. I would've lasted *maybe* 2.2 seconds without laughing. You're a champ.
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