We’ve been telling Sam that once he turned four he’d have to start wiping his own bum.
Tuesday morning I got the following email from Aline:
So I’m not sure Sam is ready to wipe his own… He did the first wipe then just as I was saying don’t touch me… you have poo on your hands he leaned forward for me to do the finishing wipes and he grabbed my pants… ick.
This is a day I love that I’m at work!
Ever wondered what would happen if poor Rapunzel was hard of hearing? It sure ain’t her hair that she starts tossing out the window . . .
