Hot Date News Ousted by Surprise Potty Takeover

I was going to write today all about my hot date on Saturday.  Ma and Pa came to stay with the little angel while my beloved and I Pricelined a hotel on the Plaza and went to dinner and Four! Bars!  Three! Cover! Charges!  Six! Drinks! In! One! Night!  This sort of frivolity has not been had in a long time.  It was glorious and adult and very fun. 

We arrived home, a wee bit hungover, about 10:30.  "You didn't say anything about the potty," my mom said.  "I hope we did it right."

Me:  "WHAT?"

Ma:  "Oh, yeah, she said she had to use the potty last night, and she peed in it."

WTF?  This from the kid who screamed "NO POTTY!  There is no potty ANY MORE!" last week.

Huh.

Not five minutes after we got home, she said she wanted to use it again.  She sat there so long I finally left her to go look at My Yahoo.  When I came back, she has not only peed in her little potty but also pooped.  I stood there with hungover shock on my face (because, though I was proud, a little pile of poop just waiting for me to clean it up was not really my idea of a good time on Saturday morning).  I thought to myself, hmmm.  Maybe I need to go on dates more often.  Maybe next time I leave her overnight, she'll learn to mop floors or maybe drive.

She hasn't done it since, and she's still wearing the diapers.  I know her, she can be a bit cagey with the new skills.  It was a big weekend, though, and my liver has superseded all other organs for blood supply, so I have nothing else to say.  Except that in a few days, I'll be headed to San Jose for BlogHer!  WHEE!  So my liver can HATE ME AGAIN.