Today after ballet class we met Scott for lunch at Panera. Yes, this was right as a small tropical storm descended over us. We. Were. Wet.
Anyway, after we ate I asked A. if she needed to go potty before we went to the Goodwill store. She said no. Here's my little simple joy: going to the restroom BY MYSELF. I actually took a moment of thankfulness for this treat. No touching the walls, doors, floors, etc.; no opening the door before I'm finished; no peeking into the trash; no singing; no talking about bodily functions. It was great.