As the mom of 4 boys, the opportunity to shower in complete peace and quiet is rare. Very rare. Like finding a unicorn rare. Maybe even finding a winged unicorn rare. This frequently results is some interesting, to say the least, bathroom discussions.
"Toilet paper is for helping your butt to stop pooping, right Mama?" asked Sam as I was finishing my shower yesterday morning.
"Not exactly. You need to finish pooping first and then toilet paper is for cleaning your bottom."
"I did let my butt finish pooping. It's one big hippo poop. See him in there? He's like a Dada hippo poop. Hello Dada Hippo!"
"That's great Sam."
"Now I'm stopping my butt from pooping more," as he continues wiping.
A minute or 2 later, "It didn't work! I have to go more poopy!" exclaims Sam as he clenches his legs together and has a pained expression on his face.
"Then you should sit down and finish Sam."
"Ahhh! It was just a baby hippo. He wanted to be with his Dada."
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