Last night, while Diana was at her Back To School night, Allison and I went to watch some of the Slap Chop basketball game. She didn't like the gym buzzer, but otherwise liked watching everyone run around.
On the way home, we were talking about how she's three years old now. And we remembered that her friend Shane was four years old. I told her that in a year, she'd also be four years old.
Allison: Yeah, we'll both be four! (I didn't have the heart to tell her that Shane would be five by this time).
Me: Yeah!
Allison: Two fours… that makes eight! (My heart leapt. What a smart girl!) Orrrrr…. Six.
Me: How much is two fours?
Allison: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8…. 9.
Me: Great work! I like how you tried to figure it out. Try again!
Allison: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9… 10
Me: I don't think that's quite right. Try again…
It was dark, but I could see her silhouette in my rear view mirror. She had four fingers held up on each hand. This time, she touched each one to her mouth in turn, using her lips as a pointer to count each finger.
Allison: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7… 8! (This time said with finality). Eight!
Praise was heaped. Clever girl.
She also remembered what we'd told her a while back, which was when she was three years old, she wouldn't have to wear a diaper to bed. We had tried this before a few weeks ago with predictable results (middle of the night sheet changing). But we gave it another shot last night. She woke up with some crying at 3am, and by the time I got out of bed, she was in the bathroom on the toilet. I went to her bed and found that it was all dry. She returned without any pants on, so I put on some reserves and got her back in bed. I found her pants in the bathroom, and found those were also dry! A full night, no diapers, and everything dry.
Have I changed my last diaper without knowing it would be my last? Maybe not, but I remain cautiously optimistic.
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