Yesterday, in Maxie's cubby at school, there were two soiled pairs of panties, two soiled pairs of pants and a soiled pair of lavender boots. Don't even ask how she urinated into her footwear.
This isn't a total surprise. Maxie has had problems holding it in. I've brought up my concerns with her doctor and she tells me there's nothing to worry about, my daughter's bladder isn't growing at the same rate that she is. I don't know if that makes total sense, but I'm appeased for now.
I thought Maxie was going to be a savant on the toilet. When she and I first started pre preschool (pre pre, isn't it precious) my daughter was the only child not wearing a Pull-Up or diaper. Boy, didn't I feel superior watching the other parents fret about the school's rule that all children must be potty trained before they enter day classes.
But once we graduated pre pre and entered half-day, Maxie has peed herself on occasion and overnight I became the fretting parent. I figured this was my punishment for excessive smugness.
Back to yesterday... In the cubby, along with a panoply of pink and purple soiled clothes, was something I had never seen before, an "Opps! Report." (I'm pretty sure they meant Oops.) It's the size of an index card and details for the parents any accidental voidings their child may have had during the school day. This particular opps was filled out by Maxie's teacher, Miss Alicia, and here's what she wrote...
"She was sitting in sign language class and didn't listen to her body."