Adventures In Potty-Training, Part 1.

I went to Target tonight and buzzed through girls clothing, where I stumbled upon a sale on girl's panties. I was standing there admiring these princess panties, dreaming of a day when no diapers exist, when I felt someone staring at me. I looked up and there stood a young couple with a little girl about Lily's age. They were from India, I think. The women started talking to me in really broken English. I was catching some key words here and there including "potty-training", "toilet", etc. As I'm trying to figure out what she's asking me, I put two and two together and figured out she was asking me how to potty train her daughter. Literally. Like she wanted me to start at point A and talk her through to the end where her daughter is out of diapers. I was rendered speechless for a second, then I looked at her husband who shrugged his shoulders and bolted. (I never saw him again...). I started to sweat. I really did wish to impart some wisdom, after all I AM a mother of 3, but all I could think of was "Lady, I got my own problems...if you figure it out, let me know!!" I fumbled through some basics with her, trying to sound like I knew what I was talking about. My worst fear was that she would figure out I was a fraud. I decided to go for some humility on my part and broke it to her that I actually had not been sucessful in potty training my daughter YET. She slumped, in dejection a little, and said, "Oh...Ok...thanks anyways." As she walked away, I started to say, "But I do have other children...they don't wear diapers...." but my voice trailed off, on deaf ears. So, the ending of my story is that I bought a package of princess panties that I didn't intend to buy. I just now realized looking at this picture that these are days of the week panties. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. That makes me laugh. I should invent hourly panties that say 7am, 8am, 9am etc. for those moms who are trying to potty train. I could make millions.