“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.
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…”