Matthew is going to the potty by himself these days. He still needs help wiping his butt though. The other night, we hear his regular yoddle, “Mooooommmm, I’m Dooooonnnnne!” I went in to help him. The first thing he does is hand me a whisk. He says, “Thank you daddy, I don’t need this anymore.
That caught my attention. Why does he have a whisk and what did he need it for in here?? Then I saw his face. It was covered in a brown substance, all over his mouth and shirt. I looked in slow motion at the whisk, which also had brown substance all over it.
I started to panic. No, No, No! You sick little monkey! What did you do?!? Then my olfactory senses kicked in. Is that chocolate?
I smelled his face. Oh thank god! Thank God! I slumped down. Wow, that was a close one. Wheeeewwwww. Matthew had gotten into the required position for butt wiping and yoddled “Dadddddyyyyy, I’m waaaaiiiitttiiiing!”
Good boy Matthew.