So after dinner, we ended up at the mall because my dear husband thinks the answer to all (well..maybe not all) our problems is to get a Sleep Number bed. Which, they’re doing some kind of super financing deal right now, so I say fine. Whatever.
I’m in the women’s bathroom, doing my thing and I overhear a conversation in the stall next to me.
Mom: Please please just use the potty.
Toddler: NO. Don’t wanna.
Mom: If you don’t use the potty, you’ll wet your pants and you already did that once tonight and I don’t have any more clean dry pants to put on you so please, PLEASE use the potty. Ok?
Toddler: NO! NO NO NO NO NO! No potty!
Mom: If you use the potty for me, we can ride on the carousel.
Mom: If you use the potty for me, I’ll take you to the chocolate store and buy you some chocolate.
Toddler: Five chocolates?
Mom: One chocolate.
Toddler: FOUR chocolates.
Mom: ONE chocolate.
Toddler: Three chocolates.
Mom: Fine. Just please use the potty.
Toddler: AND a simmammun bum?
Mom: YES. And a cinnamon bun. Just. Use. The. Potty.
I was trying SO hard not to laugh out loud.