C. is having issues with wiping his butt after he poops. He is afraid of clogging the toilet so he usually requests help with this endeavor. I refuse to wipe his butt. He's almost five. At some point there are things that no one else can do for you. You gotta figure it out on your own.
This morning we went through our pooping ritual. "MOM!!! I NEED HELP WIPING MY BUM!!"
"You can do it C."
"I CAN"T SEE MY BUM."
"You don't need to see you bum, just take the toilet paper and wipe til there is no more poop."
He thinks about it. He toddles out into the main room with his pants around his ankles, bends over and spreads his butt cheeks.
"IS THERE ANYMORE POOP?"
At this point I freak. "GET BACK IN THE BATHROOM!!!!"
He toddles back into the bathroom.
"Sebastian checked my bum for me on Saturday why won't you?" he questions.
"HE WHAT?????" I shriek.
"I pooped on Saturday and he checked my bum for poop."
That's a good friend...
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