Acknowledging Him
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"Potty. Potty." "OK, do you want my help?." "No, Me do. Me." I'm not even allowed to turn on the light.
After teh light you move the stool over to the toilet;
and lift the lid,
and the seat,
and pull down your britches (ok Mama, I need a little help with that)
You didn't think I was really going to go there, did you? Well, I didn't. But buns are okay, right? Everyone loves baby buns. If you're wondering about his strange posture, well it's because he had just informed me that he needed to **ahem** sit down, but like a good photo journalist, I asked him to let me get this one picture first...
Anyhow, at least he flushed AND put the seat back down. He'll make a fine husband someday. See how tolerant he is of a woman's whims: this face is clearly saying "I'm tired Mama; why are you taking pictures of me in the bathroom again?" And yet he went along with it like the sweetie he is... What a big boy. |
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