go kings

"i wet." horrible words to hear at halftime when you've taken your daughter to a basketball game and left the diapers in the truck. we lucked out the rest of the evening. she went au naturel and just told me every time she had to go potty. she could have done without pulling her pants down to her ankles and exposing her naked booty to 17,315 adoring fans, but overall i prefer that over peeing her pants. so in the scheme of things, her first game as a walking, talking, potty using person was a huge success. mostly she just liked the chairs that folded up and down. i remember liking those too as a tot. she also enjoyed Slamson, the Kings lion mascot, and my buddy Paul's binoculars.

mostly though, she just enjoyed not watching the game and being in this giant loud place with a ton of people screaming and clapping. oh yeah, she liked the clapping too. clapping rocks.

but in the end, it all comes down to the poopoo with mia. sensing some drama developing with two minutes left in the game, she looked up at me with sad toddler eyes and said the word that daddy cannot respond "the game's almost over honey" to, she said, "poopoo daddy, poopoo." so we ran off to the nasty arena potty and she pooped and sang as i could hear the crowd cheering for God knows what reason. i would have to find out later on sportscenter.

but thank you mia for a lovely evening and at least now i have a good excuse to stay up and watch sportscenter.