Picking up Maya from daycare, I ask if she needs to use a potty. She says yes, shuffles over to their miniature potty, pulls her pants down, lifts up the toilet lid, and stands over it. Completely and totally like a boy, about to pee down her legs any minute. "No!" I say emphatically. "Baby, we don't pee that way, you need to sit down." Maya grows defiant, insisting that this is how she'll pee from now on because she's a free individual. Or something similar. Takes me and Shelby (one of the teachers) to talk her off her stand-to-pee high horse, and she's upset.

Some day I intend to address the proper reasons. Some day.