In the evening, Daddy had to really be in charge, meaning charging, to the rescue. At a BBQ this evening, everything suddenly went quiet except for my wife's voice ringing out, "Run. Our daughter is going to go potty in the grass." I dropped my plate and ran, and as I did, the scene passed by in slow motion. I wondered whether I would make it in time. Just before she got her pants down, I made it and took her to the indoor potty. Her explanation, "I want to go potty like the doggies on the grass."
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