Yesterday my parents, Grandma, and Aunt Brenda were visiting us for President’s Day. Isabelle was, of course, in her glory, surrounded by her crowd of admirers. We packed everyone up and traversed to the mall for some fun and shopping. At one point we sat down so I could nurse Grace. Oma, Opa, Aunt Brenda, and Isabelle decided to go to Brookstone to check out their newest gadgets.
When they got to the store, my Dad decided to sit in one of their massage chairs to check it out. Isabelle, who is potty training, came up to him and asked, “What you doing, Opa? Going Potty?” Immediately followed by, “I go potty too.” And started to pull down her pants and pull up’s. My parents all jumped up, “Noooo!” and my mom and Aunt Brenda pulled her out of the store toward the bathrooms, as she’s yelling, “NOOOOOOO!!! Want to go potty with Opa!!!!”