Yesterday, at the end of a long work day, I made my routine trip to the bathroom--my final moments of peace before the evening maelstrom begins. I'm sitting there and I hear the taptaptaptaptap of Ava's little feet and then...
Ava: MAMA!!!
[taptaptaptaptap]
Ava: MAMA!! You in there?
Me: Yes.
Ava: Let me in!!
[I open the door.]
Ava: Mama! You go potty?
Me: Yup. What are you doing?
Ava: I playing.
[She starts to wiggle and make a face.]
Ava: Ow!
Me: What's wrong?
[She reaches into the front of her diaper.]
Me: Is something in your diaper? What is it?
Ava: Ow!
[She digs around and pulls out a piece of something about the size of a nickel.]
Me: What is that?
Ava: Cracker!
And then she put it in her mouth.
I stopped her before she could actually eat it, but if I hadn't been there, she would have had a snack that she found in her diaper.
I like to believe that in the event of an apocalypse, she'd outlive us all.
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