There's Pee In My Shoe

My daughter is notorious for getting into my shoes. I can't blame the girl for her obsession, but it is slightly annoying when they're strewn all over the house. 

Today, however, was the last straw with my girl and MY shoes. She ever-so-sweetly requested that I turn in the bathroom light. My heart swelled with pride, because I knew this meant she needed to potty, and I normally have to make several requests of her before she wants to go. So the fact that she was asking me was a big step in the right direction... or so I thought. 

What I found when I reached the bathroom was my angel baby sitting on the potty, with her wet pants beside her. Now, I normally wouldn't be too upset about this accident. At least she knew she needed to be on the potty, so it counts as merely a failed attempt in my book.  

I asked if she pee-pee'd in her pants, and she said, "Pants wet. Mommy's shoes wet too."  This is where I panic. What shoes? My shoes? Did she just do what I think she did?  

I had her take me to the scene of the crime, where I found my black flats dripping with urine. I'm thankful they're machine washable, but uncertain as to whether or not they'll forever smell of pee. I'll be glad when accidents are a thing of the past, or at least when she loses the obsession with my shoes.