Store brand batteries?

Hannah has a flair for the dramatic
in case you didn't know.

And
she hates getting into the bath
in case you didn't know that either.

Once she is there,
she's OK.

But getting there...
she stalls,
she cries,
she runs away
(naked, with her cute little hiney-bo needing to be pinched).

So the other night,
I told her she had to potty
before
she got in the bath.
'Cause I hate getting them out
all dripping wet
to use the potty.

So she sat down
and tried...

and tried...

nothing.

"Mommy,
I don't have any potty."

"Yes, Hannah.
You need to go potty.
As soon as you get in the bath
you are going to need to go
so just go now."

"But Mommy,
I am trying and the potty
won't come out."

"Hannah,
Just try."

(grunts)

(groans)

(thinking to myself, it's pottying, shouldn't involve grunts, but WE...I said dramatic, remember?)

"Hannah,
Are you done?"

"Mommy,
(in defeat and sounding almost pathetic)
My batteries are broken.
The potty won't come out."