Mam is a very opinionated little girl (hence the name). She's fiercely independent about certain things, but since the world actually revolves around her, she also decides that she's patently not capable of certain things. Lately, I've been fairly sure that included potty training. At 3-1/4 she's...sorta potty trained. But she hit the nail on the head the other night when she tottered up to me grabbing herself in that telltale way that says her undies are wet. Know what she said?
"Mommy. You forgot to take me potty!"
Yup. All my fault. Clearly I'm not quite potty trained.