"Mom!!!!! Hey MOMMMMMM!!!!!" yelled The Kindergartener from upstairs.
"Yes, may I help you son? (or something nothing like that at all)," I replied.
"Come wipe my buttttttttttttt, please."
So up the stairs I went. At least he said "please".
"Actually, I'd like to try to wipe my own butt. But you'll have to check to see if I did it good."
Oh the joy of motherhood.
"And we get to go to Chuck E. Cheese if I do it. Right?"
So I wiped his butt.
The End.
Another day, another story,
Em
4 comments:
At least yours calls you. Mine refuses stubbornly to let me know he has pooped so I have to catch him in the act so I can wipe him. Nothing I have done to convince him to call me has worked: punishment or reward. He will simply poop and then pull his pants up so when I take his underwear off at the end of the day...well, I'll let you imagine!
Love it. Butt-wiping beats Chuck E Cheese any day.
This is the call I get this call from my 3 year old. Makes me crack up every time.
Thanks for the tip on the healthy powered sugar. I want to make some of those Peanut Butter Eggs this weekend so I'm off to check it out.
Thanks for the laugh!
Wait!! Inquiring minds want to know! Did you take him to Chuck E Cheese?!?! I mean, a good butt-wiping is worth *something*, right?? Hmm.. Have to think that one over... ;)
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