Accidents happen

While perusing a certain local store last night (I won’t use the name, you’ll see why soon), Ella abruptly said “I have to go potty!”

But when I looked down to her, I could see that her message had come out too late. Right behind her was a puddle.

“Oh no!” I panicked at first, trying to figure out what to do first and looking around to see if anyone saw us. Luckily we were in a clothing department, not in an open aisle. And also, on hard floors. I dug through my purse and found some tissues to sop up the mess.

Next, I put Ella back in the cart and hightailed out of there. Luckily I really didn’t need to buy anything.

But when I got to the car, I realized the mess was worse than I anticipated. It wasn’t just number #1 people. And it was all over legs, feet, carpet, dress …

The whole thing was a little humorous and I always knew this was a possibility with potty training – the public accident. And I was prepared with wipes galore, a plastic bag, a spare outfit, so it was no tragedy.

When I asked Ella why she didn’t tell me ahead of time she said “It was an accident!” I thought it was a good excuse. Accidents do happen …

Moments before “the accident,” she tried on this cute winter coat.