Seriously. Not even one second. Abby was playing contentedly with her blocks, which seemed like the perfect time to escape for a potty break. I saw her crawl past the door, but knew I had time to get to her before she got into any real trouble. And then that awful silence set in. You parents know the kind. It's the silence that alerts you to the fact that something not entirely okay is going on.
This is Abby's not-entirely-okay something for today:
A word of caution for the grandparents: Do not think too hard about how I was able to get a picture of this precarious situation, or how long she was here before I found her. You'll just drive yourself crazy.
The time for guilt comes when you find her playing in the upstairs potty. . . or let's just say I've heard that its happened to people. :)
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