This evening...

As I was making dinner, E seemed to be taking an unusually long time in the bathroom. So while things were boiling and simmering, I ran back to see that she was okay. As I opened the door, I saw her squatting over a puddle, using my hair brush to "clean up" the accident. She shoved the door shut and yelled, "Mommy, don't come in here!" I had to finish with dinner, so I let her continue to "clean" without saying anything, and when dinner was on the table, I went back into the bathroom. She'd moved onto cleaning with a bath time sponge; "Mommy, I'm just cleaning." She started screaming and crying when I put her into the bathtub, and I made a comment, "Your dinner is all ready. Peanut butter meat, sweet potatoes, and peas." She stopped crying, was quiet, and then in a completely calm, normal voice, she said, "Pee pees. Peas....". (excitedly), "They rhyme!"