Maggie Anne had her first bout of diarrhea last night. She screamed for me as she always does when she finishes up, but this time she was upset. She told me that she had a problem . . . that she had messed up. I asked her what it was and she said, "I came in here to poop and THAT happened!"

I comforted her and she was fine with it. When I got her at school tonight, she exclaimed, "Mama! I don't have the water poops anymore!"

I just have to shake my head at her and wonder how long before I don't have to clean bottoms anymore.