She was on the potty, grunting, and she got all serious, as only a 4 year old could.

“Grrr..” She says. (Shes got a flair for the dramatic; wonder where she got THAT from?)

I don’t need to hear this.

“Peanut, I’m going to wait outside the bathroom for you.”

“No mom, stay here.” She ‘pushes’ a little more. “Mom, I’m going to be a princess when I grow up.”

“Sweetheart that’s great.” Ugh, I don’t want her believing in all that princess crap. Her latest obsession is Jasmine from Aladdin.

“Yup, my job is I’m going to be a princess. And mommy, you’re a grown up, right?”

“Yup.” I can’t believe I’m having this conversation with her while she’s pooping.

“So my job will be a princess, and your job is to be a mommy, right?”

Totally melted me.

I can’t believe I wrote a post about kids, growing up, and poop. Seems I’m at another level of blogging, here.