Last year this time, Austin and I were in Washington with friends and their son, who was three and new to potty training at the time. We are making plans to go back next year. Their son will be five.
Me: At least little X will be able to wipe his own butt.
Austin: Five year olds still have potty accidents.
Me: I won’t be wiping his butt. I don’t want to wipe a butt ever again.
Austin: You might have to wipe my butt someday. I might drool and have snot that needs wiped up.
Me: If I have to wipe you up, I’m going to go directly from your butt to your mouth to your nose.
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