I'm sitting on the couch checking my email when I hear my 4 year old calling, "Mommy, I need you!!!" I run upstairs to see what is going on only to find him in the bathroom laying on the floor with his bottom up in the air. GROSS! He says, "I need you to wipe me." To which I reply, "What? When are you going to be able to wipe YOURSELF?"
He matter of factly says, "When I'm 18...." Oh, the joys of parenting.
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4 comments:
That is definitely a story to share with him, his friends, and possibly girlfriend when he is 18!!! Mark your calendar and tell him just before he blows out his candles. Tell the family that Timothy and I said hi!
Funny boy. Hey that cinnamon roll was heavenly. Yummm. I pass up a lot more things than I use to...so glad I didn't give it to one of the gobblers that live with me. The son and hubby, not turkeys.
Paula, so glad to see there is a fellow Milligan blogger:) Only a boy would say that. I look forward to reading more about your family and life.
Paula, so glad to see there is a fellow Milligan blogger:) Only a boy would say that. I look forward to reading more about your family and life.
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