We've been working on potty training with Shari for entirely too long. Anyway, tonight was the first night that while we were out driving Shari shouts, "Oh, I've got to go potty!"
"Okay! That's great you told us. Hold on and we're going right home," says I.
"What's hold on mean?" says Shari.
A lengthy discussion then follows on the meaning of hold on. Finally, Shari comes out with, "Well, I don't want to hold on. I'd get my fingers all full of pee."
Fair enough.
