In my humble parenting experience, it seems as though Margot is ready for potty training.
Now I'm in absolutely no rush to get her potty trained, regardless of how many people tell me how much of a pain and expense it is to have two kids in diapers.
Meanwhile, they're not coming to your house trying to potty train your kid. Or driving around town having to stop at every single gas station and Target bathroom.
Potty training is rush week for parents. Without the parties. Or the Zima.
First of all, the whole taking off the diaper and attempting to save it so you're not wasting the precious diaper just so they can sit on the potty and grin at you for 15 minutes while you wait to hear the sound of the tiny tinkle hitting toilet water leaves much to be desired.
I mean, you can spend half your week's grocery money on Pull-ups that tell you when they've peed, meanwhile it's clearly obvious because they're drooping off their ass and have turned four shades of whatever or have glowing stars on their asses.
Yes, I'm sooooo glad that I spent all that money so my kid and I can be alerted to her own bodily functions.
She already knows when she pees, as evidenced by the stacks of diapers that are immediately ditched all around my house.
Every now and then it's one of those diapers, which sends me off around my house like some sort of animal tracker, attempting to sniff out where she's been and what she might have sat upon or contaminated between the time she took off her diaper and the time I found her.
Sometimes I take a moment to bask in the glory of my own existence when I'm down low, sniffing the carpets like a bloodhound.
College professor. Book author. Poop tracker. Look how far I've come.
I really need something that will tell her that she has to go.
I also need a self-cleaning carpet.
She's been waking up dry for awhile now, and definitely likes her privacy when she's getting the zoom-zoom-zoom out of her boom-boom-boom.
But every time I sit her on the potty seat, she makes fake pee sounds with her mouth and then runs away, at which point she usually goes and pees somewhere.
So I decided screw it and take one of those damn online scientific potty training readiness quizzes and figure out if I should actually make the effort, or just duct tape her diapers on and call it a night.
And wouldn't you know, I learned that she probably is ready for potty training.
And that she's also a smart ass.