Sorta like the chicken pox, Ava got her first exposure to the movie “Cars” at daycare. We were trapped inside today during the latest snow storm to hit the area, and after baking cookies and exhausting our other indoor entertainment options, we finally fell back on a little good ol’ video. I was scrolling down the list of movies on the AppleTV, and we came across “Cars.” I said, “Ava, this is the one with Lightning McQueen.” To which she replied, “Yeah! The one with Lightning the queen!” “No,” I said, “Lightning McQueen.” Lightning the queen.” It just wasn’t going to happen. So I rolled the video, and she loved it. Leah and I decided that her take on the name was funny enough that we’d just stop trying to correct her.
It wasn’t our only hearty laugh of the weekend. Yesterday, I was horsing around with Ava upstairs, chasing her and giving her rib tickles when I caught her. Ava gets pretty wound up during these sessions, and sometimes she forgets or loses track of things she might need to do. Like yesterday. She crawled under her bed to try to hide from me, and she stayed there. After a couple minutes, I figured something was up. Sure enough, Ava crawled out from under the bed and broke the news that she’d had an accident in her underpants. A #2 accident. She stood up (she was wearing only a shirt and underpants) and spread her feet apart like a little bowlegged cowboy. I could see the load in the back of her underwear, and I just broke out laughing. As did Leah, who took her hand to walk her to the restroom. It’s really, really difficult to refrain from laughing in situations like that, maybe moreso because we know we shouldn’t be.