Tuesday I was soooooo tired. I desperately needed a nap. I put Livi down for her nap, and let Joel play Star Wars on the XBox.
I woke to Joel\’s feet running to the bathroom, and the full strip down of clothing began. That means poop. Poop requires parental intervention — i.e. I gotta get up from my nap, ugh!
Half asleep I wait for the call, \”Wipe me!!!!\” Instead I hear a small whisper, \”Now what am I gonna do? I don\’t have anybody to wipe me…\” Being the good mom I am, I got up to help my boy. As I walked in he said to me, \” Oh Mom, I didn\’t want to wake you up from your nap. I was going to wait until you were done.\”
Poor guy. I doubt he would have been able to wait an hour, but the swwet intention was there.
This evening he got me a cup of water as I checked email and a blanket when I sat on the couch. I didn\’t ask for either. He just knows him mom:)
Awwwwwww :)
If he had waited the hour all of the poop would have dried and crusted away, leaving his bottom nice and clean (at least, in theory). Lovely story!