Mr. Tee Tee

As you all know, we are still working on potty training Sophie.  Last week she and I had this conversation.  (at least what I can remember)

Mom:  "Sophie, when you're at school today, I don't want you to have any accidents.  Remember to tell your teachers when you need to go."

Sophie:  "Ok.  I had a talk with Mr. Tee Tee last night.  (Note:  I didn't know who Mr. Tee Tee was.  We've never called her girl parts this.  When she was really little we called it a pee-pee, but now it's well, the V word!)  Sophie continues..."I told Mr. Tee Tee that he needs to tell me when I have to go pee-pee.  So, he said he would."

Mom:  "Ok, well tell Mr. Tee Tee to do a good job."

When I picked Sophie up from school....

Sophie:  "Mom, Mr. Tee Tee didn't tell me when I had to go.  He did a bad job and he was naughty."

Mom:  "Well, I think you need to be able to tell when you have to go potty.  Mr. Tee Tee has other things to do."

Sophie:  "Yeah.  He has to play with the other boys at school."

You can't imagine what images flashed into my head of a 16 year old Sophie, boys and Mr. Tee Tee!

Mom:  "I don't think Mr. Tee Tee should play with anyone, I think he should just stay in your pants."

Sophie:  "If you think that's best."

Mom:  "I do."

Sophie:  "Can we go to Target for a special prize for Mr. Tee Tee."

Mom:  "I don't think so, Sophie.  Let's get your sister and go home."

As we walk down the hall to get Lydie, Sophie slowly follows me, mumbling to herself.  I turn around to find her looking down and talking to Mr. Tee Tee about being bad and how he really needs to be a responsible Mr. Tee Tee. 

Sophie is a crack up.  Yet another Sophie tale.

Love,
Michelle