Little loser

Audrey has been really doing well with her potty skills. 

However, she still will have an occasional lapse, where she doesn't leave herself enough time.  Throw in the undies, tights she's wearing with her dress, and her bloomers, and it's a toss-up:  will she make it, or am I doing more laundry?

Today, I was occupied, and she had to go.  "Mommy, I need to go pot-tee." Complete with little shimmy.  "So go," I told her, "you can do it, you know how."

A few minutes later, she comes down the hall.  "I pee on my tights.  I pee on my body. (what she calls bloomers)  I pee on my panties."  "Oh, sweetie.  That's okay, just go change.  Get new ones."

She makes a little face, but turns and walks down the hall.  She's about halfway there, when I hear her utter at herself, kinda under her breath, "I such a loser" in her tiny voice. 

Awww.  My goodness.  I can't let her go, and I feel bad for her.

"Honey, come here."  She comes and I hold her.  "You are not a loser, you are still learning.  It takes time.  It's an accident, and it's okay.  Now go get some dry undies."

I leave out the part about how some grownup boys and girls have trouble making it to the bathroom in time; and about how laughter or coughing can be a woman's worst enemy.  Having her pipe up at preschool about "Mommy said that if you do your 'kay-gells' you won't pee in your panties" probably wouldn't be a good thing.  There will be plenty of time for that kind of talk later.  Afterall, she's only three years old. 

No one is a loser at three years old.

I'll be reminding her of that...as soon as I finish this set.