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When we come home, James and I greet Piper the same way: "Hi Piper! Don't pee!!" (Repeat that...but this time in a really obnoxious high pitched voice...yep, that's about right).

I don't know if it really helps or not - she hasn't been having accidents as often when she first sees us. But it never ceases to amuse me how dumb we must sound. And I can only imagine what people would say if we greeted them that way...

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Unknown said…
that's how I'm going to greet you next time we meet up.

I'm excited.
Baby Sister said…
Bahahaha. That is hilarious!!

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