We are at the store and Clem tells me she has to go pee. We go to the bathroom in the store, which is very cluttered, and she’s a little scared, but she sits down and goes. I tell her “I’m so proud of you for being such a good pottyer” and she says, “Yes, Mommy, but I’m also a good spitter!”
Chris and I are talking about the funny things Clem does. I mention that I love how she mispronounces words like “girl” and “school,” and I ask Clem “How do you say school, honey?” Clem looks at me and says “What, in French?”
I wish I wrote everything down. I know no one really wants to read about every little thing someone’s kid does, but I don’t give a rat’s ass who reads this blog, and I like having some record of Clem’s antics. I have stuff for a scrapbook for her but I’ve never put it together. She’s growing so fast; I wish I kept a daily diary. I guess I wouldn’t subject everyone to that, but I wish I had it. She’s precious and time is precious.
