The only thing more awesome than taking your five year old daughter into the men’s room at Disney, is her singing the whole time, really really loudly. And especially when she’s belting out a really loud rendition of Let It Go.
I can’t decide if I’m glad that it wasn’t her ‘Let It Poop’ remix.
Me: “Are you going to be a princess for Halloween?”
Little Miss Thing, age 5: “I’m Elsa. I’m a queen. Queens are higher than princesses.”
“OK kids, stop singing Frozen songs and substituting ‘dingus’ for all the verbs.”
So that happened.
Now they’re singing our new family anthem: “If you’re happy and you know it, poop your pants.”