"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.
Another day, another story,