I'm not sure if I've made it clear or not, that I am not a very gracious potty-trainer. The thing I hate the most about this process is how it makes me act. I've read the books, and I love my daughter, and I know that I should treat each accident cheerfully and gracefully, but I just don't. I lose my cool 98% of the time. I'm not proud of it. I've spent many minutes repenting, both to God and my sweet, teary-eyed little girl.
Today Pumpkin Pie pooped in her undies. Again. And it was gross today too. The past three times that she's done it, I've made her clean out the soiled garment in the toilet. She hates that part. I'm glad, because I keep hoping it's what she needs to motivate her to go in the potty. No luck so far.
As I was cleaning up her dirty bottom today, I was giving her a serious lecture. I was not happy. She had big ol' alligator tears in her eyes when she looked up at me and said, "Jesus loves me."
So I stopped my words. I finished cleaning her up and said, "Yes, Sweetie. Yes, He does."