Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Inside the Mind of a Three-Year-Old

This morning, as Grace and I were leaving the house to go to daycare, we took a moment to admire the beautiful pink and blue sunrise. Little did I know this was going to lead to a deep theological discussion:

Grace: Who makes the sunrise?

Me (wondering how I could explain the manner in which the rising sun reflects on the clouds): Ummm...

Grace: God makes the sky, Mama. He lives there.

Me: Oh, ok.

Grace: Mama, does God have wings? Like an angel?

Me: Uh, I'm not sure. I don't think anyone knows what God looks like.

Grace: He has wings. Otherwise he couldn't stay up in the sky.

Clearly, I have much to learn.

Then, this afternoon when I picked up Grace, I noticed that she was wearing a different pair of pants than the ones she was wearing when I dropped her off, so I suspected that she had had an accident during the day. Her teacher confirmed my suspicions, but this was no ordinary, couldn't-get-the-pants-down-fast-enough accident. Grace had pulled her pants down, lifted her shirt, and peed right in the middle of the floor. (Unfortunately, one of her classmate's jackets was within range and suffered because of it.) She has never done anything like this in the past, and has so few accidents in general that I was a little concerned and asked her about it this evening:

Me: Grace, how come you went potty on the floor at school?

Grace: Because.

Me: Because why?

Grace: Because you let me go potty at swimming lessons.

Argh. Last night in the middle of swimming class, Grace got an unmistakable "gotta pee RIGHT NOW" look on her face and that face was immediately replaced with one that said "oops, I just peed". I decided not to get too upset about it because

1.) the water temperature in the kids' pool is like 88 degrees, and that's enough to make even those with a bladder of steel have to pee


2.) there is so much freaking chlorine in the pool that my skin still reeks of it two days (and a couple of showers) after getting out of the pool, so I figured a little bit of Gracie pee added to the mix wasn't a huge deal.

So, it would appear that by not freaking out about this little accident at swim class, I (mistakenly) gave Grace the impression that it's ok to just drop trou and go wherever. Again, clearly I have much to learn.

So, for those of you keeping track, the score for today is...

Grace: 2
Mama: 0

P.S. To Future Grace...if you read this, I apologize for relating an undoubtedly embarrassing story about you and potty. Sometimes I just can't help myself.

Update: Just to further illustrate how much freaking chlorine there is in the kiddy pool at our YMCA, I will relate this tale. I washed my swimsuit today, and as I was folding it, something looked odd to me. Turns out that the two purple stripes that run down the sides of the suit are no longer purple...they are kind of a taupe-ish color, with tiny little streaks of purple still clinging on up near the waist band. The chlorine in the pool stripped the purple out of my swimsuit!! Grace's pink "Hello Kitty" suit is looking a little less pink, as well. No wonder Grace and I both have horrible, itchy dry skin after swim class.

That is all.