So close. So close to the end I can taste it. I'd like to go out with a bang, telling you some outrageous story about me, Tony Soprano and a pipe wrench but... I really shouldn't.
Instead I'll tell you that at 4 am I was woken up by being pummeled with a multitude of elbows and knees that completely scared the bejesus out of me. I yelped and startled the poor kid (who was clearly having a bad dream) back into her own bed where she cried out "I'm saweeee I'm saweeee!!!" to which I tried to reassure her that there was absolutely nothing to be sorry about, I was just startled.
She then popped her head up and shouted: I HAVE TO GO POTTY!
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and so we ran to the bathroom, pulled off her night time diaper (that usually wakes up dry) and popped her up on the toilet in the darkness.
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and then she peed. For the first time ever, my kid woke up to pee in the night. The heavens parted, and a choir of angels sang a holy tune of tinkle tinkle little pee. Progress people, it's all about progress.
