Dammit Morrow, you made me cry.
When I was a new mom to both my baby girls, I couldn’t wait for her to talk. I would imagine what she would say and how she would say it. This would make me that more eager for her to grow out of her initial blob state.
Hearing “Mom, can you wipe my butt?” is not exactly what I had anticipated.
Scene: 4 1/2 yr old is on toilet. I am sitting, waiting for her on the stairs outside of the open bathroom door.
Me (hearing the step stool being moved by the 4 yr old): Do you need help?
Her: I’m tryin’ to see ‘em but I can’t. I can’t see the red marks on my cheeks.
Me (going into the bathroom and seeing 4 yr old with no pants/underwear on attempting to look at her butt in the mirror): You trying to see your butt?
Me (lifts her up so she can see the red marks from sitting on the toilet).