This morning, Chad took Amy to her soccer class and almost immediately after they arrived home, I turned her around to leave for a playdate.
While driving in the car with me, Amy said, "Mommy, I cried at soccer today."
"During the break, I went out to find Daddy and he wasn't there."
"Where was he?"
"He was in the potty. He chose the wrong time to go potty."
"I'm sorry, Amy. Were any other adults there that you knew?"
"Yes. Papa." That's what she calls Nana's dad.
Fast forward. I relay the story back to Chad.
"She told you?"
"Yup. You apparently chose the wrong time to go potty."
"Yeah. She told me that next time I should just hold it in."
"I forget nothing."
Amy wore her soccer socks and shin guards all day today. When it was time to undress for bed, I helped her with her shirt and then went for the pants.
"Mommy, aren't you forgetting something?"
"Oh no, you are still wearing your shin guards."
We finished getting her changed and then she said, "Mommy, are you forgetting something else?"
"Brushing my teeth."
"Ohhhh yes ... of course."
"Mommy, I don't forget annyyyyyttthhhinnnng. I'm the smartest. So is Brandon. We are the smartest." And clearly the most modest.
Amy then did the Blake Shelton self-point that he does on the voice when he tries to call attention to himself. He puts his hand above his hand and wiggles his pointer finger in the direction of his head. My self proclaimed smarty pants.