e: (from the bathroom while sleepover/neighbor friend Montana is in family room) Mom, could you come here a moment please? (usually goes like this--MOM!!!! I NEED YOU TO WIPE MY TUSHIE!!!!! NOW PLEASE, I'M DONE!!!!!! MOM!!!!!)
m: What do you need?
e: Whispering: can you wipe my tush? but don't tell montana, she thinks I can wipe my own butt.
m: Oh, yeah, sure....it's our secret.
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and right after bath... excellent. I think I have that eye shadow :)
oops hit the wrong comment box... that was for the quiet kids entry! I tell all my friends that I can wipe my own butt, too....
yes...of course right after bath....
I was going to ask you about your wiping, butt then....
Just don't get called into the Principle's office for wiping her tushie bum!
Just this morning...
c: Mom, I'm all done!
(which translates into, "Come and wipe my butt.")
j: I'll give you a marshmallow if you do it all by yourself.
And voila... no more wiping butts. Well, at least for one kid... one down, one to go.
I told Dylan once he hits kindergarten he has to wipe his own butt.
I've held my ground on this one. 5.5 years of wiping the boy's ass is enough for me.
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