Last night Bill and Joe (nephew) were outside hitting a few balls around in the back yard while the pizza I made was in the oven.
Julia wanted to go outside with them, so I said sure, and off she went.
She's a funny mix of girly-girl and tomboy. She wants to play with the boys – be they 6 feet tall or more, or her own size and carrying T-ball bats. She wants in. But she's also all about her My Pretty Ponies and her Barbies.
Anyway, Julia went outside with the men, and I was in the kitchen, half listening, half making pizza.
And at one point I heard Joe say something, but I thought – no, that couldn't be what I heard.
But I'd heard Julia say "I have to go potty" as she ran from the back yard…and she didn't come inside.
Turns out I heard right.
Joe had gone to retrieve one of the balls Bill had hit off to the side in our neighbor's yard…and as he rounded the truck, there was Julia.
And she was peeing.
Neatly and tidily, too.