Blah, blah, blah

Oh hey, Mom.

 

It's me, Brynn.

 

Whitney's making a big deal today. Outta THIS guy. Blah, blah, blah. So he pees in the potty! Who cares??!? He's same ol' James, pushing trains around. I'm not impressed.

 

I can play with monster trucks AND Hot Wheels, all at the same time!

 

I dunno. We were just on-edge a bit. At our table, we decided to fight over this stool, like it was a tiny (and essential!) ottoman.

 

I mean, what's the big deal? Sitting on a potty seat??? I CAN DO THAT!

 

Actually, I also asked for my turn on the real potty, too. James had just gone again, and Whitney was all sing-songy "James is my favorite, and Brynn stinks like poop!" So, I was all, "MY TURN. Step aside and see how it's done!" Except I didn't actually want to do it. And I was in real and present danger of falling directly into the potty wawa, so I decided to not show everyone up at that very moment. But I will. Soon! Mark my words!

 

In the meantime, I'll do other tricks:

So. Yeah. I gots mad skillz, Mommy. Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo!