“If you want to toilet train so badly, I think I have an old training potty in the attic from a garage sale when I was thinking of adopting a Tweener. Maybe you’ll have better luck with that?” she offered.
Carley burst into tears for the second time that day. Crystal kneeled down next to her and started rubbing her back. “Poor baby. It’s okay. It’s okay. You want to be grown up so badly but your body just isn’t having it.” She reached her hand to the back of the PJs and squished the swollen pull-up. “Let’s get you out of this and give you a nice shower, okay?” Carley nodded her head.
The shower was different than the cleanup in the store parking lot. Crystal didn’t allow her to even handle the washcloth.