the moving of bowels and the draining of bladders is big news in our house and gets screamed through the halls: "i have to go poop!" or, "i have to go pee and poop!" or "i'm going pee and i don't have to poop!". to these reports of nature marty and i respond with a mindless shout back, "ok, i'll listen for when you're done." when the child is done they will loudly call, "i'm done!" or "i'm done going poo!". here marty or i will stand and head to the bathroom where we will wipe bottoms clean and help to raise underwear and lift pants to their proper places.
yesterday when i walked into the bathroom to help anthony, i pretended to be a pretentious butler and spoke in a fancy, airy tone.
are the royal biscuits ready to be wiped.
i'm not called biscuits, i'm called ant-ton-eee
oh, my apologies fine sir.
and i'm not royal. i'm just rich.
and this from a kid that doesn't have a dime to his name. that's the kind of positive outlook i, and many others, chase every waking day.
although, if i had someone wipe my ass after every use, i might be fancying myself a tad on the affluent side as well.