"Mom, I'm DONE!"
And if I don't bound into one of the bathrooms she's occupying with the speediness of Wonder Woman on uppers, she'll repeat herself.
Over and over and over and over again.
I'm seriously considering drinking RockStar every afternoon just to give me the energy to deal with these, a'hem, potty requests.
Ah, the motherhood.
Oh, I get it, this must be one of those "rewarding" things that people talk about when they really have no idea of what to say when you tell them that you're a full-time mom.
Oh yes, that must be it.