Dan is going to be starting Kindergarten in August, and it occurred to me that it was time he started learning to wipe himself. Don't get me wrong - wiping his tushy is a sight to behold, but in the spirit of independent living it's time.
Today I instructed Dan on proper wiping technique, and as is understandable with any new experience Dan had a slight poop-on-thumb incident. I told him to wipe it with toilet paper, but he was so distressed he wiped it on his shirt.
That resulted in all the proper Mommy exclamations: "No! Not on your shirt! Oh, Dan!", which resulted in a torrent of tears from my horrified kidlet.
Mean Mommy that I am I burst into laughter, and as we were washing off the affected areas I explained that he'd have to go get a new shirt, otherwise he'd walk around smelling like poop all day. Other than our friends of the canine variety I don't know anyone who would enjoy that...
So Dan went and got a new shirt, and as he came back he uttered the prolific words, "Here's a shirt with no poopy. It smells better."
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