But then the other night I was giving my little princess a bath and just like that our perfect record was tarnished. One minute she was splashing and playing and I was oohing and aahing and laughing with her, and the next minute she was standing up with a weird look on her face.
"Uh-oh! Oowie!" Grace said to me as she began to scrunch up her precious little face.
Immediately I knew what was about to happen and I sprang forward and swooped her up out of the bath. Just a fraction of a second too late.
Grace had pooped in the bath. My sweet little girlie-girl princess left a huge brick in the bathtub for me to fish out.
I sat her on the toilet as I cleaned out the bathtub and all of her bath toys. The whole time I was saying, "Yucky! Don't poopy in the bathtub! That's gross! Yucky!" Grace watched carefully and repeated back to me, "Poop! Ucky!"
"No." She answered, using her most favorite word.
"Yes you did! No poopy in the bathtub! Uck!" I kept reminding her.
Eventually she got the idea. I hope.
At least she had the sense to look properly embarrassed about it.