You know she's a little bit dangerous

and crazy.

"Mommy, I have to use the bathroom," Layla said.

"Okay, go to the bathroom," I returned.

"You go with me."

"Layla, you're a big girl. You can go to the bathroom by yourself."

"No, you go with me," she cried with tears running down her face.

"Layla, go to the bathroom before you pee on yourself."

The pee pee dance started as the baby continued to cry. "Mommy, go with me. Turn the light on."

I turned on the bathroom light and in she went, as I walked away she started crying even harder. "Layla, you can go to the bathroom by yourself. Go to the bathroom. You better not stand there and pee on yourself."

"Mommy, stay," she demanded through the tears.

"Layla, go to the bathroom." I gave her once last glance and noticed her wet pajama pants. Are you serious?! "Layla, did you just pee on yourself?"

Crying was the answer to my question.

"Where did you pee?"

Through her sobs, she pointed to the area directly in front of the toilet. If she had sat down from that spot and used those arms, like she had done many times before to lift herself up, she would have been sitting on the toilet seat. "Clean it up, Layla."

It's just another maniac Monday, I wish it were Sunday because Monday ended with finding out that listening and Rowan seemed to be enemies today at school. Sunday that's my fun day.