We all gaze at our kids when they are little. Their little noises, lips, legs. All so cute. So when I saw Rex standing in the TV room with only his shirt on I did what any loving mom would do. I kissed his butt. “Oh, you are so cute, baby.”
“Mommy, I just went poo.”
“And you just kissed me butt!”
“Oh, well, do you need some help with that?” Realizing that he was standing just outside the open door of the bathroom.
“No.” Oh, good I thought he has been listening to my lectures about how no one will wipe him in Kindgarten and he has to do it all himself.
“I’m not done yet.”
“Oh”. He kept getting less, and less cute and my actions seemed rash in retrospect.