Today we headed home from Disney. Traffic was really bad. We were on the big interstate and were going very slow. Daddy had driver stress...He doesn't seem to like sitting in one place on the interstate for long periods of time. While sitting in traffic, I decided that I was going to be potty trained and needed to use the rest room. Mommy and Daddy panicked and attempted to find a place to stop. After making a lot of turns and going down roads we have never been on before, Daddy was finally able to locate a place that looked clean enough where we could stop. Mommy was sound asleep so Daddy took me in. When I got in the restroom, I told my Daddy that I didn't "really" need to go potty but my (imaginary) friends Dora & Swipper had to go. My Daddy did not think it was very funny. He picked me up, tucked me under his arm and took me back to the car. Once we got to the car daddy said that from now on if Dora and Swipper needed to go potty they would need to wait until I have to go. Daddy seemed a little upset as mommy was laughing so hard she couldn't talk for about 30 minutes.
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