Mimi is back!!! Finally. My mom kept me captive here. Every day I see an airplane, I ask my mom if we can go on it to see Mimi and Papa. She never lets me. I've even cried. But she doesn't let me. Thank goodness Mimi came to rescue me. She lets me go around the block on my bike. She feeds me frozen yogurt and makes cookies. She even feeds me butterflies. My mom says she can't find butterflies for me to eat. Yet, Mimi opens the bread, gets a knife and in a few minutes, there's a butterfly. I don't know what I'm going to do when she leaves. Crying doesn't help. Maybe she'll put me in her suitcase.
On the potty training front, I'm just not getting it. Who needs to sit on the potty when poop comes out better when you're moving? I told my mom I can't sit. She insists I can. So, I wait her out. I refuse to go and then in a distracted moment, begin to run around the room. In a few moments, there it is. It appears and I'm done. No sitting for hours. No reading books on an uncomfortable seat. No need to stop moving while I'm awake. It's no wonder that adults can't keep up with me. They have to move slower so they don't have any accidents. I don't see when I'd ever want to stop running in order to sit and go potty.
Dogs don't have to sit on a potty. They run and they barely stop and go. That's me. I'm like a dog. I need to run to flow.
Later,
lil' e
