My daughter is five years old, going on six, and has not quite mastered her toilet skills in the number two department. Because she has experienced occasional skid marks in her underwear and rashes on her butt cheeks, she asks for my assistance when poop calls.
Yesterday, while I was telling a story to some friends, she pulled on my arm and said, "Mom, I have to poop."
I told her that I would be right there and went on with my story. When right there arrived, I walked to the hall bathroom, tugged on the locked handle and said, "Goose, how are you doing?" There was no answer.
As I tugged on the door again, I looked up only to see my friend and second mother, Kathy, approaching me, "Ang, what are you doing?" she asked.
In a goofy voice I replied, "Well, I need to wipe a butt and it's not mine." Then I laughed. She laughed too but not for the same reason.
"You know Tom's in there, right?"
My mouth dropped open, and a nothing came out. I had almost walked in on her husband using the jon. Thank god that door was locked.
"Well, I definitely don't want to wipe that butt," I replied.
My girl had apparently tried to enter that bathroom but since it was occupied, found another place to do her business. When I relayed the story to her, she laughed and laughed. "Tell that story again, Mom," she would say over the next few hours. I love that her sense of humor is so evolved. She going to need it being that she and I share the same blood and tendency for embarrassing situations.
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