Sparkles is in the bathroom stall, right next to the potty, with her tights and panties pulled down around her ankles.
But, like most Olympic sports, fractions of a second can make all the difference, and she pees through her tights and panties, onto the floor.
I’m just about finished cleaning up when I look back at Buttercup, who is just outside the open stall door.
There is a smile on her face.
She is holding her diaper in her hand.
There is a yellow puddle on the floor between her legs.
She follows her older sister in so many ways and not all of them are good.
I wouldn’t give it up for anything, though, the connection that they have. How they help each other and argue with each other and follow each other. It is sweet to see, even when it requires some extra cleaning.