I peaked around the corner of the kitchen to find Hannah crouched down by the kitchen table with her panties around her ankles.
"Hannah, sweetie, what are you doing?"
"I'm trying to go to the bathroom but I have too much stuff in my hands!" she replied angrily.
Both hands, completely empty.
I tried not to giggle as I ushered her into the bathroom, where she stood perplexed for a moment because she could not figure out how to get on the potty with her hands full of so much stuff.
She finished her business and marched back to bed, all the while cursing the fact the I was making her carry things all about the house.
I love sleepy babes.