It's another Mackenna story. Am I getting annoying? I can't help but to share this one, though. It's too good.
Tuesday night after dinner, Michael announced that it was time to get ready for bed. Mackenna scampered up the steps, followed by Teensy. Then we heard Teensy cry, "Mackenna just peed in the tub!" With raised eyebrows, Michael and I exchanged glances and then he went up to investigate. A couple of minutes later, he came back down to the kitchen to relay the conversation he'd just had with our two and a half year-old.
Michael: What did you do?
Kenna: (standing in the empty tub without a stitch of clothing on her body) I peed in the tub.
Michael: You're not supposed to pee in the tub. You're supposed to pee in the potty. Not in the tub. Not on the floor. Not in your panties.
Kenna: Well, I peed in the bathroom!
Michael: Well, that's not good enough. You are supposed to pee in the potty and you didn't do that.
That's when Michael exited the bathroom and came to ask me when in the world our two year-old learned to use the word "touche" in context. I confess that I have no idea.