So I was going through the nightmare bedtime routine last night. Brooke was on the potty for the 3rd time. She's wasting time and I was trying to keep my cool so I said, "Brooke, I'm trying to get Lexi to use the cup like you do but she doesn't want to. She wants the bottle. Why do you think that is?"
She looks at me. Thinks.
"Mom," she says "maybe she likes the bottle."
Why didn't I think of that?
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The ramblings of a lunatic mother-daughter-wife-person.
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