I’m sitting in the livingroom, just outside the bathroom, where MP has been for awhile. She calls to me in her best deep voice.
MP: Hello? Mommypie? This is God speaking.
ME: Hi God.
MP: Your little daughter … has … peed … like … a … boy.
(Mommypie gets up and runs to the bathroom.)
ME: What?!? (scanning the area around the toilet) You didn’t. DID YOU?!?
MP: (smiling) I was just joking.
(Mommypie exhales and exits the bathroom.)
MP: That wasn’t God talking either.