[Clara, wailing in upstairs bathroom. Me, running upstairs to find her close to the toilet, barely awake, standing in a pool of urine]
Me: "Oh. Whoops. Well, you almost made it."
Me: "Ok, here. Stand on this towel so you don't slip. Good. Now let's take those pants off. Is your shirt wet?"
Me: [feeling shirt] "No. Dry. Good. Right, I'm going to wipe you off with a wet towel. It might feel cold, ok?"
Me: "There! All clean. Want to wait here while I get you some fresh pants?"
Clara: "Make sure they are beautiful."