adventures in the potty

So today was "daddy/daughter day" at the Hall house. We had a pretty great day. Natalie seemed to be having a good time. I was becoming "father of the year" in my own mind. All was right with the world until the following episode happened.

"Daddy, hurry, hurry, I need to potty before I pee pee in my pants."

Alarms went off in my head as Natalie grabbed my hand and we ran to the bathroom.

Sensing the urgency of the situation I rapidly pulled Natalie's pants down and lifted her up and placed her on the potty. That was where I made my fatal mistake.

"Daddy, no...you don't do that!!!"

*Extremely confused look on daddy's face*

"I do that!"

Ok...my independent child is now squirming her way off of the seat and pulling her pants back up only to turn right around and push them back around her ankles. Now she is ready, without the assistance of Daddy, to wiggle herself back up onto the toilet seat.

"Do you need my help?"
"No."
"Ok...let me know if you need help I'll be in the bedroom."
"No, daddy, NO!"
"Ok, what do you want me to do?"
"Sit."
"Do you need help?"

Now, I know this was a silly question seeing as I had already asked it but I figured...hey, why not. She changes her mind often and I might luck out and get a different response.

"No."
No such luck.
"Then why am I here?"
"Because I want you here."

Ok...so there I sat with my half naked daughter who was sitting on the toilet trying to figure out if peeing was the ONLY matter of business she had to tend to at the moment.

Daddy/daughter days are rarely if ever boring.