Yup, the ole Diaper Champ was put out to pasture today. I'm sure it will romp and play in a meadow of nasty diapers. I don't really care -- as long as it's not necessary here any more! Sabrina has achieved (knock on wood) "big girl underwear" status. She finally admitted that she really does prefer being a big girl. Potty training stubborn children is impossible. As soon as they discover that Mom and Dad CANNOT do it for them, the child starts playing a game of pulling them around by the nose. Thus ensues the high hopes being constantly dashed, the loads of extra laundry, the tour of EVERY public restroom you come within a mile of. And when they tire of the game -- ta da. I wouldn't have had my feelings hurt if she had tired a year or two ago :P
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All's well that ends well, don't they say? This is a good ending. It was one of the rites of passage I didn't morne either.
Good for Sabrina!
Good for you, too! :)
Cheers!
Mither
Congratulations! That's a great milestone. I'm so glad she finally decided to figure it out. (And, I have to say, I LOVE Mike's pants.) :) :)
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