After a couple of loud yells of “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!” coming from Jacqueline in the bathroom, I opened the door. She was sitting on the little Lightning McQueen potty, and greeted me with a smile. Once again, as if she didn’t have my undivided attention already, she repeated, getting incrementally more quiet, “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!”. I responded, “Yes honey, what do you need?” Then, in a way only Jacqueline could say it, “Act-u-all-lll-y, ummm, (rolling her eyes around the room) ummm, I want to play hide and seek.” I asked if she went potty and she confirmed she had. In a whirlwind of activity, she cleaned up, looked over her shoulder, said, “No stinker in there”, and ran past me. Meanwhile Theodore had approached the room and was now peeking around the door jam holding the frame with both hands, leaning in, on one leg, while both feet were still in the hall. Without changing his stance or losing his grip he yelped, “Daddy, I go runnin!”, and he was off. I stood there holding toilet paper in one hand and the pan from the potty in the other. I laughed as I heard the twins rapid footsteps and the fleeting yells of “Bye-bye!”, as they ran off. Just another moment that reminds me of how fortunate I am.
Twin Adventures