Astrid is freshly potty trained. Last night we went out to dinner to celebrate.

Okay, we really went out because this ice storm has had us stuck in the house for 4 days and I've cooked dinner at home three nights in a row and that surpasses my cooking quota for the month. But don't tell Astrid that. She thought it was all about her.

As soon as the, ahem, "celebratory meal" was complete, Astrid stood up in her high chair and declared that she needed to go potty. Justin gathered the rest of the children and herded them out to the car while I hurriedly accompanied Miss Big Girl Panties to the restroom.

I wipe the toilet off (please, ladies, for the sake of all mother's of 2 year olds whose hands just seem to itch to carress every toilet seat they encounter...be a sweetie and wipe the seatie!), help her with her pants and plop her hiney down on the toilet. Then I wait.
She giggles.
Touches the seat.
"Astrid, don't touch the seat," I scold.
She sings a song.
Pokes her fingers in the space under the seat.
"Astrid, don't touch the seat. It's yucky."
She counts the mysterious brown stains on the door, skipping number 12, as usual.
Pats the seat.
"Don't. Touch. The. Seat."
She giggles.
"Um, sweetie, are you going to go potty?" I ask.
"Yes, I needa go Mama."
*waiting...waiting...waiting...*
"Ok, Astrid, let's do this at home."
"NO Mama! I needa go potty!"
Grunting.
Red face.
More giggles.
"Astrid, everyone is waiting for us in the car. Can you wait until we get home and just go there?"
Trying to lift her off the seat-
"NO NO NO NO! I needa go peepee Mama!"
I plop her back down.
She giggles.
I sigh.
She touches the seat.
*waiting...waiting...waiting...*
Her red face and bear down stance stop me from asking again if we can just save this for home. She beats me to it...
"Mama, I can just use our potty at home."
"Yeah?"
"Yep, " she says with a shrug, "this potty isn't workin'!"