Asking for Hate Mail

I know that I'm asking for hate mail with this one but boy do I have a tale to tell.

Yesterday Claire wanted to wear her panties.  My sister is here to help us with the new baby and watching Claire and cooking and all other kinds of slave labor that accompany a brand new baby and Claire saw that Aunt Abbey was wearing panties.  She needed to wear them too.  Church came and as I was packing Claire's bag I forgot the little pouch that we put diapers in and I forgot that Claire wasn't wearing a diaper.  We were about 30 min into church when I realized that not only did I not have any diapers but she wasn't wearing a diaper.

I sent the hubbs running home (Mormon church is 3 hours long so we still had the long haul ahead of us) and every 5 or 10 minutes I asked her if she needed to go potty.  One of the times I asked she answered that she did.  We walked to the bathroom and she sat on the potty and we talked about all of her friends who go pee on the potty (Maggie, Jane, Betsy and Ellie thank you thank you thank you) and she did it.  She just went pee.

Since then, aside from sleeping, she has been wearing panties (just like Aunt Abbey) and she hasn't had an accident yet.  She tells us when she needs to go and she is thrilled every time she hears her pee or her poop hit the water.

Someone pinch me because this is a dream.