Last night we were sitting at supper and EE was dancing in her chair. She is notorious for waiting to go potty and doing a potty dance and us pretty much telling her "GO NOW!".
Me: "EE, do you need to go . . ."
EE: "Potty? No. I'm just dancing to the music in my head."
All righty then. As long as she's not hearing voices, I guess we're okay.
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