On Potty-Training (A Follow-Up to Peeing on My Boyfriend's Bed).

After my accident on LH's bed, I asked my mom how I was potty trained.

My theory was that part of the reason why I have bed accidents as an adult is because I was poorly potty trained. Yes, I blamed my parents. Haha.

"You had just started talking. Barely. You watched your cousin use the toilet one afternoon. And the next day, you wouldn't put your diaper on."

What? So...that was it? I didn't struggle? I didn't get whooped? I never peed in bed?!?! I was that super-genius child who potty trained herself JUST by watching another person sit on a toilet?

"Yeah, when you needed to pee, you would say 'sssssss' and when you needed to poop, you'd tell me 'ack-ack.'"

Hails yeah. I was that kid.

"Well, you were that kid who waited until the very last second before your bladder exploded."

Oh. So I'm not as brilliant as I thought I was.

"It only happened a few times. After we beat disciplined you, you were fine."

A few things:
1- I wasn't my parents' fault.
2- I don't know how to deal with stress.
3- This says a lot about my learning style. I'm definitely a visual learner.

The mystery lives on. Why can't I get out of bed before I empty my bladder?