"When I'm sixteen I will poop on the potty," she said to me today, out of the blue.
I laughed out loud at the sheer absurdity of her statement, but on the inside I cried, for when Kate gets an idea stuck inside her head very little can be done to change it. So, I'm trying to look at the bright side. Only eleven more years...
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Oh no she didn't! You know I would offer up advice if I had any, but of course I don't.
I've been considering throwing her eleven birthday parties within the next month or so to speed up the process a bit ;)
Why sixteen, I wonder? Is that some spin-off of the idea of having a Sweet Sixteen party?
I can just see that party now...
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