WTF? Wednesday

This morning, I entered Z's room to grab an outfit for her to wear after her swim lesson.

I am not sure what made me notice the bucket sitting in the corner of the room.

Not sure why it seemed odd that a bucket would be sitting there.

I looked into it and was surprised to find that it was half-filled with liquid.

I carried it into the living room.

"Z, what is this?"


She cowered and attempted to hide. A small voice answered, "Pee."


I was speechless. "Why? Why would you pee into this bucket?" Her bathroom is directly across the hall from her bathroom. The bucket was less than 6 feet from the toilet.

"I'm tired of using the potty. I want to use a bucket now."


WTF?

In all of my history, all of my life, it has NEVER occurred to me to relieve myself anywhere other than the bathroom. Why, in the name of all that is holy, why, would it EVER occur to her to want to pee in (of all things) a bleeping pink bucket in the corner of her bedroom?