Hiya! from Nina

Mama’s a little busy right now, so I thought I’d sneak on here and send a message. My message is - I want my own potty. Nothing fancy, I don’t need one that sings or anything goofy like that - puh-leeze, I’m not a baby anymore, I’m almost 18 months old. I’ve been taking my diapers off for weeks now, but Mama and Daddy aren’t getting the hint. Then I started flushing the toilet, but they just laugh. They think it’s “cute”. I thought I’d finally gotten through to them yesterday morning, when I started to take off a pooey diaper for the first time. Mama caught me in the act and stopped me, though, and I think she’s playing dumb. I had to resort to Plan B this morning…and that is where Mama is right now, cleaning up the evidence. She should be happy I peed on the kitchen floor and not in another room! Especially since we’re at Gramma’s house . I hope this means I’m getting a potty this weekend, or I will have to think of something else…

Later taters,

the Neenster