Talking In Code

Ana's "Ging" is currently visiting us from Houston. Super excited to see her grandmother, Ana announced that she had to go potty, but that she wasn't going to go. I told her that was okay with me as long as she didn't potty on my floor. We agreed that we had a deal.

Someone did not keep up their end of the bargain. Someone also apparently realized that they had crapped out, but tried to hide the fact.

I was standing next to Chickie at the fridge, getting myself a glass of water from the automatic dispenser. In hindsight, being exposed to that was probably her last straw.

At any rate, as I stood there, and she stood there, she must have realized what was about to happen because she looked over at me and asked, Uhh... so... can you go get some raisins?

Somehow, and it must be because I have been around her enough, I knew immediately that this was code for - Mommy, I just pottied on your floor. Also, because I have been around him enough, I can guarantee you that anytime I get up from the couch to go to the bathroom, Scott's going to ask me - Are you going to go get some raisins?

I love my little loonies.