Have you ever heard a parent comment "I'm so tired of wiping someone else's butt"? Well, it came to mind, yesterday.Okay, so my son is a toddler. He follows me wherever I go, unless Daddy is home. Then, he follows Daddy everywhere... even to the bathroom. So, yesterday afternoon, I had to use the potty. I walked into the bathroom and sat down on the porcelain throne. Of course, two steps behind me was Little Buddy. (Now, often, when I am going to the bathroom, Little Buddy will take some toilet paper and wipe his nose while he's waiting. I think he just wants to play with the toilet paper.) Thus, when he grabbed the roll of toilet paper and ripped off a few squares, I didn't think anything of it. However, I almost died laughing when he walked to the back of the toilet and started to try to wipe my rear! Fortunately, he could only reach my lower back/very top part of my cheeks, but that was just because the toilet seat was covering my rear. I cracked up. He thought he was being so helpful, too. I love this boy!
But, it gets even better. Later that evening, I was on the computer and I hear my hubby trying to yell for some assistance, but his pleas were somewhat muffled by his laughter. You know how you try to talk when someone is tickling you? That's what it sounded like. So, I jump up and run to the hallway and almost peed my pants at the sight before me. Little Buddy had followed Daddy into the bathroom this time. My hubby was standing there just trying to pee, but my sweet son apparently thought that Daddy's rear needed to be wiped, too. There stood my little toddler with his arm stretched up through the leg-hole of my hubby's boxers, tickling my hubby's butt cheeks with the wad of toilet paper he had procured for the task. As my husband tried to finish going pee, he was also wiggling, trying to get Little Buddy's hand out of his underpants! It tickled so much that my husband couldn't help but laugh....which, in turn, make Little Buddy laugh and want to "help" Daddy all the more. Of course, I just stood there watching and laughing, instead of coming to my poor husband's aid.
Perhaps our son has heard our inner thoughts of "I'm so tired of wiping someone else's rear" and decided he'd just return the favor. Just call him "our little helper". He is too funny!
