“Mama,” Bip said to me during lunch. “I have someting to tell you, but I didn’t want to get in trouble.”
“Okaaay…,” says I, wondering what sort of mess I was about to be cleaning up.
“I had a little accident in my underwear and pants.”
“Oh, Ok, well, that happens. Did you change your underwear?” I asked.
“No.”
Of course he didn’t. But at least this was minor and well within the scope of my parenting abilities. “Well, you need to get clean underwear when you have an accident.”
“No, no, no, mama! Listen – you just leave them alone and leave them alone and leave them alone. And then…you have…”
“Clean underwear.”
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It’s amazing how that “magic” clean-up happens in my house too. I love reading your blog because you always make me smile. Have a great day!
That’s a male philosophy, isn’t it? How funny.
OMG, how funny was that! Only my cute little cousin would say something like that!
Don’t you just love little boys?! Take care.
He is so stinking funny. What an interesting concept. . .to just wait, and wait, and wait. . . Maybe I’ll try that with the toilets that need cleaning. Do you think it will work there?